Once, Luc Santini's inherent sensuality had proved to be Catherine Parrish's downfall. For two years she had loved him unconditionally, until she realized that this rich, powerful man regarded her as …
This was not supposed to happen. This couldn't be the Allfather's will. I knew what I had seen. I hadn't seen righteousness. Or religious devotion. I had seen hunger. And he was going to consume me.
