ndria
or swung open wit
thority. Tucked right behind his elbow was my half-sister Christal, her exp
ey stopp
ond before his pride forced it shut. Christal'
s lay shattered at my feet like broken toys. In my hand, a heavy length of iron chain hung coiled, resting against my thigh like a sleeping ser
urned into a fla
f the damp ceiling. "Who gave you permission
hing, "Father, look at her! She attac
led himself my father-the man who had condemned me
rs slump ever so slightly. I let my chin tremble,
But a true commander knows when to play
clear. "I only wish to know... what crime I committed
rail, trembling posture, threw him off. He frowned, hi
e barked, though his voice lacked its p
nd escaped my lip
to
n chain dragged along the flagstones with a harsh, scraping
inctively cowering behi
ather, I am an Omega who owns nothing in this estate worth locking away. Why would a thief hide a massive, diamond-encrusted box unde
He knew the politics of this house better than anyone. He enforcement them. For
it, I turned my gaze tow
an octave, razor-sharp beneath the softness
tically toward Christal, then away from Robert's darkening g
ather... under the ancient laws of the House of Torres, what is the punishment for a servant abusing the personal re
ined from Christal's face. "Fa
is voice a clap of thunder
s favored daughter and wife were overriding his authority to torture household serv
d the quiet girl he used to ignore was gone. In her place stood someone
t declared coldly, making his decision to sa
g, Robert's personal knights dragged them up th
't fin
e to her feet. She clung to my torn sleeve, her bruise
My maid is severely injured because of this 'misunderstanding.' Send for the estate
aughter he had cast away burned in his chest. But under the eyes of
o a page outside the door, his
his round, an
l to her, I paused. Leaning in close, my lips brushed the shell o
ing, sister. Your sweet,
d in her eyes. She opened her mouth to snap back, to reclaim her authority
ve her a se
ulder, I walked out of the dark, reeking dungeon
e booming down at Christal-sharp, s
n planted. The crack in t
s my bruised skin. Thirty thousand dead souls were still waiting f
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