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he...” the image of her father’s face resurfaced, bringing up heartache again. “He was with Baka and Lucifer at the inn. He saw us at the well. She left with him and we didn’t have time to talk.”
    She thought about telling him about her mother’s warning to her about the angels. Something inside of her told her to keep it to herself.
    “I see.” He reached out to her and took hold of her arm, pulling her to him. It was cold.
    “Jeremiel is safe with her. You have nothing to worry about.” He pressed her to him, and she felt him grow hard against her.
    “Raphael? What are you doing?”
    He dipped his head, inhaling the scent of her hair. “What do you think? I am requesting the services of your wifely duties.”
    Cold lips pressed on the top of her head. She shivered.
    “Now?”
    She fought the urge to pull away from him. This was her husband—the love her life. So why was she feeling this way?
    His muscles hardened against her chest. His arm tensed and felt like a steal rod wrapped around her, so tightly it began to hurt. Something was wrong with Raphael. Never in all her time with him had he ever hurt her. The only time she had ever seen a hint of anger, it had been directed at Baka. He was always so sensitive to her every need.
    “Yes. Now.” His voice was gruff. He was pulling her toward their bedroom. Her face grew hot as she fought back tears.
    She didn’t know what to say. It was her duty to provide the needs of her husband. Was this why he was back early? To have his lust fulfilled?
    “Raphael, what is wrong?”
    “There is nothing wrong with a husband wanting his wife. Is there?”
    Before she could speak, he yanked at the collar of her tunic, ripping its delicate material, exposing her bare breasts. Instinctually, she gathered the torn pieces together and covered her chest.
    Raphael’s eyes grew dark and narrowed into thin slits. “Are you denying me my rights?”
    She blinked back tears.” N-n-no. It’s just that . . . I am not ready.”
    His nostrils flared, then he quickly smoothed his face. His eyes grew empty, creating goose bumps on her flesh.
    “I will be gentle,” his voice was melodic.
    Cold hands gently pried her fingers from torn remnants of her dress. With eyes locked with hers, he lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them. “Is this more to your liking?”
    This wasn’t the same Raphael. His touch, the mere look of his eyes on her, always made her feel special, loved. But this. This man was not her dear Raphael. Each touch of his cold hands—the way he looked at her—made her sick to her stomach.
    She remained silent, trying to keep her body from shivering. Slowly, he stripped her down without taking his eyes off her. Although he was gentle, his eyes, cold and void of any warmth, kept watch over her—daring her to deny him.
    With her clothes lying on the floor, he pulled her to him. She felt him harden against her abdomen and her mind screamed with fright.
    “Raphael. I’m not feeling well.”
    His hand ghosted over her hair, brushing it back. She felt his hot breath as he whispered in her ear, “It will be over soon.”
    He turned her around and pressed himself into her back. “Get down.”
    “No,” she sobbed when she realized what he was asking of her.
    He pressed his hands against the temples of her head and she felt a wave of nausea.
    “Do it. Now!”
    He pushed her and she fell to her knees. The room spun as she felt the tip of him at her entrance.
    “Please, Raphael. Don’t do this. I beg of you.”
    He grabbed a fist full of her hair and she cried out in pain when he jerked her head back.
    “Be silent,” he growled. 
    A cold slammed against her and the room disappeared as she felt herself being plunged into a pit of darkness. Pain swirled around her, eating at her flesh. With every move she made, he ripped deeper into her.
    Her cries echoed in the room. There was no escaping the searing heat between her legs followed by liquid ice that slowly