Tanya’s POV

Dorian’s sinister smile prickles my skin with a sense of unease and discomfort. To once again face the man who was first sent to kill me unearths a primal fear within me. He’s like a predator, and I’m the prey, a wide-eyed doe, helpless and alone, away from my herd.

“Don’t be afraid darling. I’m not here to hurt you,” his remark is sly, and he knows that his statement barely lessens the panic he’s induced