Tagon’s POV

Rage.

Anger!

My lips curled into hard annoyance.

Sheila.

She was hell. Bad, destructive, hellish woman. A mix of naive and knowledge, weak and strong , beautiful and desolate.

That was her.

She defied my orders, defied everything that gave me an edge and threw it down to the ground like the proud woman that she is.

Our eyes met and beheld the half smile on her face before the guards whisked her away by orders from Rosalia.

A pain hit my chest.

Pain?

All these years I’ve taught myself the need to be strong, the vibrant need to depend on myself and never to let anyone affect...