Is finding one's true love worth committing the greatest sacrifice of all? Taken as a teen, prisoner 194 was stripped of his name and freewill, meticulously honed to be a ruthless machine. Even as he tries to fight his captors hold on him he knows that obedience is the only way to save his sister, who is the one person that keeps him from turning into a monster. As a young girl Zoya Kostava barely escaped the brutal attack that killed her entire family. Now twenty five she lives in secrecy. That is until she hears her brother also survived and is living with their greatest enemy. Zoya risks her safety and anonymity to find the brother she thought dead and is captured by a beautiful, brutal man. A man who both captivates and scares her, in him she sees a soul as lost as her own. They both have so much to lose will they be able to save each other…and survive. Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city. After graduating from Newcastle University, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies for seven years. Tillie has now settled in Calgary, Canada, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters. Tillie writes Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels and happily shares her love of alpha-male leading men and strong female characters with her readers. When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys dancing, singing, reading, horse riding, listening to music or spending time with friends and family. Her books include Raze , Reap , and Ravage . Ravage A Scarred Souls Novel By Tillie Cole St. Martin's Press Copyright © 2016 Tillie Cole All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-250-08629-7 Contents Title Page, Copyright Notice, Dedication, Acknowledgments, Prologue, 1. Zoya, 2. 194, 3. Luka, 4. Zoya, 5. 194, 6. Zoya, 7. 194, 8. Zoya, 9. Luka, 10. 194, 11. Zoya, 12. Valentin, 13. Valentin, 14. Zoya, 15. Luka, 16. Valentin, 17. Zoya, 18. 194, 19. Valentin, 20. Zoya, 21. Zoya, 22. Zoya, 23. Luka, Epilogue: Valentin, 152, Also by Tillie Cole, About the Author, Copyright, CHAPTER 1 ZOYA Manhattan, New York Present day ... "Sykhaara," I murmured in shock, my chest cracking open with hope, a hope that I hadn't dare let myself feel in the twenty years since the massacre. The hope that my brother was alive. Now, after all these years, he was alive. "Miss?" Avto, my protector and minder, pushed, but I was frozen on the spot. My legs were numbed in shock. Zaal, my Zaal, was alive. Water blurred my eyes as I looked to Avto once more. "And Anri? Is there news of Anri?" Avto's face fell with disappointment. "No, miss. There is no word of Anri. But our source got word of a Kostava arriving in the city. They watched him; they watched him and watched him. And —" "And what?" I interrupted, hanging on every word Avto said. "And it is Zaal, miss." A sob ripped from my throat and my hand covered my mouth. I pictured Zaal in my mind. His eight-year-old face looking at me as he held me in his arms, walking us from our estate's forest toward the house. His smile was wide as he looked at me counting the three moles on his left cheek, "One, two, three." I remembered long black hair hanging down his back and his green eyes bright with life. And I remembered Anri walking beside us, his frame and hair the exact replica of Zaal's, but his eyes were a dark brown, like mine. A hand landed on my shoulder pulling me from the memory. Avto was looking at me in concern. "Miss, are you okay?" "Yes," I whispered, then shook my head, "I don't know. It's just all so ... I had hoped and prayed that he had survived, that both of them had, but when nothing was heard in all of these years, I had lost that hope. It ... it is all too much to take in." A sinking feeling hit my stomach. "Are you certain, Avto? I'm not sure I could take it if this was a mistake. My heart has been broken for over twenty years; it cannot take any more pain." Avto's gentle brown eyes softened. "We are sure, miss." I frowned. "But is he in hiding still? Who has been protecting him all of these years? How has his identity been found out? Is he in danger?" Avto's soft gaze turned sorrowful. My hand jerked out and wrapped around his arm. "Avto? Tell me. Where has my sykhaara been?" Avto sucked in a long inhale and said quietly, "Miss, the Jakhua took your brothers and used them." "Used them? How? I don't understand?" I wanted answers. Avto tensed and said, "Miss, there are things in our world that you are unaware of. People that exist, places that exist, only in th