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over having this man invade her body in such a way. Over having Braith be forced to watch.
       There was a sadistic gleam in Caleb’s eyes that frightened her as he came forward to claim her. Aria lifted her chin, appearing far more dignified than she felt as he practically dragged her from the hideous room.

 
    CHAPTER 4
     
     
       Xavier was merely a dark shadow against the bark of the tree, a shadow that Braith could barely differentiate from the woods. He’d spent a hundred years in the dark, had thrived in it when others would have failed, but the near darkness now was a stark reminder that he’d lost the only thing that mattered to him. And he’d lost her because he was an idiot, a fool. He’d lost her because of some bitch that he’d tossed from the palace for abusing Aria in the first place. He should have killed Lauren instead of allowing her to live.
       In truth, he was the one that had caused this awful mess. He knew that, he despised himself for it, but he couldn’t change it now no matter how much he would like to.
       He swore that if he ever got her back he would spend the rest of their liv es trying to alleviate the impact of his sins. He would make this up to her, if he could, if she could ever forgive him, and if they didn’t destroy her first. The red haze of his vision darkened as he fisted his hands in frustration.
       Stay in control, he reminded himself. Stay in control, it’s the only way you’ll get her back alive. Stay calm. They had to be prepared, if there was any chance of getting her back, of winning this war they had to be prepared, or they would fail.
       It was nearly impossible to remain composed though. His skin was crawling, there was a fire boiling in his belly. He knew that he was on the verge of completely unraveling and letting the monster within take over. His fangs tingled with the urge to drive them into the necks of his father, his brother, and every other person that ever touched her. He craved their deaths with a ferociousness that he had never experienced before. He wanted their bodies littering the ground at his feet, and he wanted it now .
       If he wasn’t certain he would be killed before he could get to her, he’d have gone after her without the rest of them. If he thought they would set her free in exchange for him, he would gladly walk up to the palace gates and hand himself over. He would gladly die for her, but his death would do nothing to save her from this, and she would never forgive him for ruining everything they had worked so hard for. Truth be told, he’d never forgive himself either. There were too many lives at stake, too much was at risk. There were people that he cared about…
       That was the worst part of it all. He had come to care for them. Ashby pissed him off, but Melinda loved the idiot and he wasn’t entirely obnoxious. Jack infuriated him to no end, but he was still his brother and Braith had always been fond of him. He’d even come to like and admire Aria’s family. He couldn’t let them all down. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy the only chance at happiness and peace that they’d ever hoped to attain, that Aria had ever hoped to attain. She would forgive him for not coming for her immediately, he knew that, but she would never forgive him if he ruined everything.
       Aria was alive; he could feel it in his bones. By now his father had realized that she was important to him, he’d probably detected his blood inside of her, seen the marks Braith had left upon her skin. He would use her against Braith; he would torture her until she was broken beyond repair, but Braith knew his father would hold out on the worst of that torture until Braith was present. He would intend to make sure that Braith witnessed the worst of what was done to her. At least that was the hope that Braith clung to, otherwise he knew he would leave these woods and go to the palace now. Otherwise, he would ruin everything and Aria would