LILA POV

Have you ever felt like the world should crash on you, and you should be suddenly gone? That's how I feel right now. I feel less of myself. Maybe it's the overwhelming urge to spike Rafael's drink with enough wolfsbane to end him.

If he dies, my torture ends, right? What would he think, knowing his mother killed his father? Would he hate me? Would I become worse than the monster that birthed me?

I shake the thought away, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I drive home. Driving back home, with Rafael's leash-his sick, humiliating symbol of ownership-rests against my neck like a damn noose. I hate...