AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Prologue
BASTIEN
Legacy:noun | leg·a·cy| 'le-g?-se
Something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past
I’m a wolf who was raised to be a sheep.
I have a long, rich, complicated family history. A legacy of evil and beauty. Power and terror.
The past and the truth about my nature was hidden from me because I was raised by liars. By traitors. They feared me, loved me, caged me, comforted me, tried to ruin me. But a voice from my past came calling, the only true voice I’ve ever heard, and whispered in my ear. The voice told me where I really came from.
And now I’m free.
Free to hunt. Free to kill, to maim, to torture, whatever amuses me.
Free to claimher… Camille. My obsession. My first and only love. The princess I was born to conquer. The girl who was sworn to be mine… until she betrayed me with lies and ruined my life.
Nothing’s holding me back now. I’ll bury Camille in the deepest, darkest dungeon, where only I can hear her pleas for mercy… of which there will be none. I’ll be her nightmare, her tormentor, her only solace.
Others would take her from me if they could because now that I’ve claimed her, she's become a pawn in an ancient game. Let them come after her. I’ll kill them all, one by one. She’s mine. Mine to punish, mine to take apart, mine to make into my willing and eager slave—before I deliver the cruelest blow of all. The blow she won’t survive.
Camille
Turning point: noun
1. Apointatwhichadecisivechangetakesplace;criticalpoint;crisis.
2. Apointatwhichsomethingchangesdirection,especiallyahighorlow pointonagraph.
Bastien Durand was my turning point.
My life is divided into “before Bastien” and “after Bastien.” Life before Bastien was cool, monotone, lived carefully by the rules. Life after I met Bastien was a storm of color and emotion.
When I met him, I knew my life had forever changed. I just couldn’t imagine the horrible path he’d drag me down.
I sensed him before I saw him; a gazelle frozen in the sights of a lion. He slid next to me at the lunch table at school, and I felt a crackling in the air, like heat lightning. My heart beat faster. The forbidden place between my legs came to life, and shameful longings crawled through my mind.
Every day after that, for three delirious years, was like a fever dream of desire, and a pleasure so intense that it was painful. But I learned to love that pain, that yearning, or maybe Bastien’s darkness spoke to a perversion slumbering inside me all along.
And then it ended.
He destroyed us.
I’ve spent the past ten years trying to recover, putting together a semblance of a life.
Now he’s back with hate in his eyes and a knife in his hand. I’m still a gazelle in the sights of a lion, but this time, he means to bring me down and tear my heart open the same way I did to him, to drink in my dying breaths. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Our collision course can’t be delayed anymore. He’ll slam into me, and we’ll explode, matter meeting antimatter, and God alone knows if anything will rise from the wreckage.
CHAPTER1
Bastien
Ever since Iwas very young, I knew there was a sickness in me, something that made me dark and different.
I also learned how to hide it.
There’s no room for that kind of thing in my family. My parents were loving but strict and watchful. They expected a lot of us—my brothers and sisters and me—and we loved them, were in awe of them. They were gods to us.
