He made me want things I was never destined to have. He made me cry and say the words I never thought I’d say again. If my father were here, he’d tell me I was pathetic, and that’s what I got for being weak. He’d be right. But I think I’ve always been weak as far as Lachlan is concerned. He dissolved my armor with a single look. A touch. One command from his lips, and I was his. The power he holds over me is ridiculous—and now that I’m going to die, I can admit it freely.
