Lyla
The room seemed cold as both Nathan and Ramsey turned to stare at me.
Nathan took a step forward, tightening his grip around my hand. "What are you talking about?"
The priestess ignored him, her eyes were fixed on me. "The Dark One doesn't just steal power through physical force. He uses manipulation, intimacy and the deepest forms of energy connection which is sex…"
I felt the blood drain from my face. My legs wobbled, but for Nathan's hold, I would have crumbled to the ground. It felt as if all the secrets I had safeguarded all these years were threatening to burst free.
"Tell me," the priestess demanded, "What really happened?"
For a moment, I thought I would shatter. Snippets of everything that happened four years ago teased into my memory, threatening to crush it completely.
Ramsey moved closer, reaching out to touch my arm. "Lyla?"
