Vincent pov
I hate myself.
I hate myself so much that I'd rather become someone else. Anyone. Anyone but Vincent Romano.
Yet, my life isn't a fairytale, and I can't change skins with others or escape my life at will. Deep down, I knew from the beginning that Enya would be both a blessing and a curse to me. But the ways of the Moon Goddess are unpredictable. No one could have guessed that she would give me a mate at thirty-two, and I won't even mention who she is. I can't escape her anymore. Everywhere I look, everything I do reminds me of her. Though I'd like to rid myself of the memories, I can't let her go. It's not just the pack and how they'll view me after I free a murderer, it's also my selfish nature. The fact that she's in my home, even as a prisoner, somehow makes me feel better about her safety. I hate Enya as much as I hate myself, but I still care.