"The funny thing is, even with one person who seemed by my side, it felt like a blessing. But it really was another way of controlling me. Sia, I mean Anastasia, was another way to threaten me into submission. I had endured so much that pain was becoming like second nature. I was 'getting used to it', and Ethan could see that," Esme sighed and stood up from the sofa. She looked back at Gabriel and the broken arm of the furniture he had been resting his hand on.
She could see a burning fury behind those striking eyes; even though she'd stopped talking, it was possible he was still 'watching' her memories. It was a lot to take in and not exactly the most pleasant of stories one told another.