Chapter Eight | His Weakness.

FRANCESCA

The last thing I recall was seeing Alexandros, my mate, so close to me, and my chest being brutally stabbed by him.

Gradually, my vision returns, and the earlier sharp pain in my chest has subsided now.

I don't know how long I've been unconscious, but I hope I didn't die.

Or perhaps I should have.

After all, suffering is what awaits me in my mate's captivity.

'Why would you say that when you have me now?'

That voice... It's in my head.

'Frost?!' I called out to her.

'Watch closely, Francesca, as I set us free from this bastard called Alexandros.'

It was all dark before, but with Frost's words, came a small opening of light that kept widening until I saw who was before me.

My eyes widened as I felt my body moving against my will again, and something solid inside me made me uncomfortable.

I could sense all the emotions, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Alexandros stood before me, cradling me in his hands as I gazed into his eyes.

His red eyes were strange, as if they had b