“Look at me,” he snarls. My eyelids jerk back up. I’m caught in his stare, like a mouse hypnotized by the serpent. “Beg,” he says. “Beg my forgiveness. For what you have done.” My lips quiver. “Forgive me, Vor,” I whimper. “No.” Then his mouth crushes against mine. It’s not a kiss. It’s too rough, too violent to be anything
