She was undeniably beautiful with voluminous maroon hair, hazel eyes, a slender neck, and all the delicate features most women could only wish for. But it wasn't just that.
It was the way Lethia's smile bloomed, the way her eyes burned with fury yet still gleamed with defiance as she awaited his answer.
This look was what made Renar feel he had to protect her, even if she wasn't his fated mate.
He wondered, when would this woman, who fought so hard to stand tall, finally let her brokenness show? When would she stop living in a constant state of fight or flight?
Renar stood and said, "I need to figure out what's wrong with me. And yes, I need you around to make it easier for—" He hesitated, searching for the right word. "—for research purposes."
Lethia blinked, her expression flat. 'Nice… rejected, stabbed, possessed—now I'm even a lab rat.'
