Lazarus's fingers came to her thighs and caressed them languidly. "The little babe was fed by a wet nurse instead of his mother's milk. A month later, she was released and when she came out, her health was down. As the years went by, my father's torture on my mother increased. She was at the receiving end all the time. He used his fists, his whip, his legs and everything that came in his hand."
Emma shuddered at the thought of how cruel one could be. A tear rolled out of her eyes for Queen Adara.
"With constant beatings, she became even more fragile than ever, but in her heart festered hatred towards her mate. Mates were supposed to love each other, but he only showed his cruelty to her."
"But why?" Emma asked, her breath hitched, her heart lunging in her throat.
