A sharp pain slashed through my mind, a bolt of understanding hitting me hard. Now, I understood what Nathalia had meant when she vowed to utterly destroy me.
But at that moment, there was no time for self-pity or to dwell on the devastation.
Struggling to push myself off the floor, the searing agony from my lower back burned with such intensity that my body refused to straighten.
I could only crawl toward Mathias, dragging myself on the floor like a dog, utterly broken.
"Mathias, I swear, I’ll never stand in your way again."
"I’ll leave, far away. You’ll never have to see me again."
"Please, don’t do this to me."
But the more I begged, the more the rage in his eyes flared, as though he wanted to tear me apart with his bare hands.
"Good, very good! Irene, you truly are something else!"
With a snarl, he turned back to Liam, his voice dripping with venom.
"I already agreed to give her to you. What’s the problem? Isn’t Liam going to enjoy himself?"
Liam’s grin stretched wide as he stepped forward, eager to claim what he’d been promised. He reached out, hands eager to pull me toward the bed.