Chapter 47

• I was trapped in that dark, windowless room, a place absent of hope or light. My tormentor, Lucia, was relentless in her cruelty. She had taken everything from me, including my precious baby, Aiden, and her heart seemed impenetrable to my pleas. With a voice dripping with venom, she blamed me for a web of deceit she believed had ensnared her Hunter.
• “Amelia,” she hissed, “you witch, you stole Hunter from me with your accursed spells. You were meant to be nothing more than a breeder for him, not steal his love from me.”
• Tears streamed down my cheeks as I trembled in that cold, dark place. “Lucia, I swear I never used any magic on Hunter. The moment I saw him at the auction house, something between us clicked. It was real, not magic. I felt a connection like I’ve never felt before.”