With absolutely no control over himself, Milan suddenly began crying. Great, gulping sobs that made his body scream out in pain. He understood perfectly what was happening. The bond was not broken. He was not free. Instead, Lord Raphael had waited until Milan was at the brink of death only to swoop in, the saviour, to pull him back. Milan could foresee his plan—Lord Raphael would do it again, and again, and again, until either Milan’s body or his mind gave in. “Please,” Milan choked out. “Please, he’s killing me. He’s killing me.”
