My Crown, His End: A Vengeful Heart
funeral that only I would attend. As I descended the grand, curving
ne, but her posture was defiant. With a deliberate, theatrical gesture, she pulled down the
, her eyes glittering with malice. "He
ial whisper. "You were just a placeholder, Adria. A convenient, cap
hat your baby is gone, what are you even stil
suddenly felt cold as ice. I turned my head slowly, meeting her gaze. My
ce a low, dangerous gro
e spat, her bravado returning. "
cane and lunged, not with a weapon, but with her hands clawed
from the top of the stairs. He was
cepted her clumsy attack, twisted her arm behind her back, and slammed her face-first against the wall. A small, gle
ned her there. He grabbed my ar
he said, his voice fla
ace pressed against the plaster. "Ask
y sign that this was all a lie. I found none. Only a flicker o
the confirmat
enched my arm free, snatched the dagger from the floor, and p
and piercing,
cked the dagger from my hand. He stood over me, his f
apers," he said, his voi
h. Yesterday, he'd said only death would part u
ew them at me. They fluttered down, landing on
. Staggering, clutching her bleeding shoulder, she walked over to the small table by the door where I had
r. The flame caught the e
d, his voice quiet, but car
er was. I tried to scramble forward, to save them, but a primal
-smeared face. "That fire ten years ago," she whispered, her
a cold, impassive mask, and watc
iful, washed over me. The pain, the grief, the betrayal-it all
w, unhinged sound that e
"Every last bit of it. You're going to know my pain." I pushed mys
end of the driveway slammed shut with a deafening clan
" he roared. "You want a divorce? You'll get it. You want me dead? Fine! But let her go!"
ed them to shreds. "You were right about one thing," I said, le
the half-dozen of his personal guards statione
They stood like statues
ston screamed, his fac
turned. The muzzles of their assault rifles swung
alm and steady. "Without the Youn
ered. "Young Miss? What the
for the crackling of the fire consu