Chapter 18. Missing Home

Delilah ran with no care for direction, she ran, and she did not look back. She was finally free; free from the man who had kidnapped, abused and killed her child… she was free, so why… why did there seem to be a hole in her heart?

She stopped in tracks, twisting to look at where she was running from. That sad look that had been on his face kept tearing her heart apart, ripping her open. She hadn’t really felt the mate bond before, but right now, it was touring through her, pulling her like a string, begging her to take a step back…

Just one so she could be closer to him.

She didn’t… the bond would not make her falter… that look that had been on his face would not sink into the stupid side of her heart. He’d set her free, she would not turn around and walk right back into captivity.

A breath left her lips as she started running again. She needed to find her way back home, but she hadn’t even been conscious the day he’d brought her on his lands. He’d sexually