The deal was simple, and she knew she had no choice. One year with him, fulfilling his every demand, and her father would be free. If it all seemed so simple, then why was it so difficult for her to separate all of these feelings? The hate, lust, resentment, desire, anger, thirst and yearning. How could she survive this when one day felt like a year and a year like an eternity? How can a year be bearable when his touch felt like fire, yet his heart was ice?