MOIRA I've been to Hell and back, and back again. It's a never-ending cycle for me. Every time I think the worst is over, I get knocked right back down again. I grew up on the streets. I've been traded in and out of men's beds. I thought that was my lowest moment, but I was wrong. I was taken from one hell and sold into another. I'm calloused, hardened, and hopeless. But when Griff swoops in, more than once, to protect...