Raphaella’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white. The anger, the disgust—I could see it all simmering beneath the surface. I smiled inwardly, knowing my words were sinking in. Soon, she would despise Pierre so completely that she wouldn’t even want to look at him.
“I just thought you should know,” I added softly, turning away as though the conversation pained me. “I can’t stand to see you hurt, Raph. You deserve better.”
"But he told me he loves me," Raphaella muttered. "He rejected his fated mate for me. Why would he say that if he’s so cruel?"
Shaking my head, I scoffed. "Love? That’s not love, Raph. It’s an obsession. Pierre doesn’t know how to love. He only knows how to possess and control. He sees you as something that belongs to him. That’s all you are in his eyes—another prize to add to his collection."
"What do I do?" she whispered. "I can’t stay here with him, but I have nowhere else to go. Matthias abandoned me, and I just don’t know what to do."
Hearing her words, my expression softened. "We’ll figure something out. We just have to be smart about it. Pierre is powerful, but he’s not invincible. We can find a way to escape."