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“Patience,” he says with an evil smirk. “I’ll get off once I’m buried in your cunt, Princess.”
He jerks my hands above my head and moves to pin them both with one of his. His other hand snakes down my neck, his fingers slipping beneath the bustline of my corset, and I scream again. A second later he withdraws the book pages I’d hidden there, and a dark chuckle escapes his lips.
“You think this is enough evidence to incriminate me?” he asks, crumpling the papers in his hand and throwing them over his shoulder. “You’re delusional. No one is going to believe you over me.”
He grabs the top of my dress and pulls, the seams popping in distress.
“You’re pathetic,” he says, tugging harder, making more threads snap. “Weak.”
He tears the fabric away, exposing my bare chest, eliciting another scream from me.
“And now, you’re mine.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, refusing to watch how he intends to use my body. The fabric of my dress slides lower, causing a hitch in my chest, before a loud boom rattles the door. Zen freezes, barely able to glance at the bedroom door before it flies open, the wood splintering in half.
Nor bounds into the room with a growl loud enough to shake the foundation of the castle, and his eyes fall toward the bed. His eyes have lost their distinctive human essence, and he stares at us with a feral, animalistic hatred. As much as I know it isn’t directed at me, seeing him on the warpath is terrifying.
“Get away from her,” he roars, stalking toward the bed.
Zen barely has time to move before Nor is grabbing him by the shirt and ripping him away from me. He tackles Zen to the ground, getting a swift punch to the jaw in before his brother collects himself enough to throw his arms up in defense.
“You son of a bitch,” Nor growls through gritted teeth as he continues to pound his massive fists into Zen. “I’ll fucking kill you, you snake.”
I scramble up off the bed, even though the brawl is blocking the exit, and tug my dress back up. It’s torn but still manages to hang limply on my shoulders. I watch for an opening where I can run toward the hall, even though I can’t seem to draw my eyes away from the fight.
Zen somehow manages to buck Nor off of him, landing a solid punch to his chest. I gasp as Nor scrambles to his feet, stumbling before he launches himself at Zen again. He should still be in the infirmary, resting. Not risking his life to save mine.
The men topple over, slamming into bed, and I leap out of the way. Zen mounts Nor, slamming his fists relentlessly into his chest with a snarl, and my stomach drops toward the floor.
“You don’t deserve to rule this kingdom,” Zen grinds out between swings. “None of you do.”
Zen lands a heavy blow to Nor’s jaw, temporarily disorienting him, and I scream.
“Nor!” I can’t bear the idea of losing him, but there’s no possibility of me intervening. I’d get trampled and die if I attempted to help, but I hate the idea of being useless.
“Run, Irissa!” he yells, throwing his arms up over his face. Dark blood is dripping down the side of his face. I obey, but I don’t run for the door. I sprint to the desk I’d gone through earlier. There has to be something I can use as a weapon in this room.
A chorus of growls and snarls continues behind me, accompanied by the dull smack of fists against skin, as I dig through the desk’s contents. Ideally, I’d find a dagger or a letter opener, but I come up short. The only thing even remotely useful is a heavy metal pen.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I grip it firmly in my fist, checking the weight of it before deciding it’ll have to work. When I spin around, Zen has Nor pinned to the ground and he’s slamming his fists into Nor’s arms that are protecting his face.
My stomach turns nervously. I probably only have one shot at a distraction, and it might end up getting me hurt. Still, I have to try.
I run toward the fight, pen held firmly in my grip and launch myself at Zen’s back. Swinging my arm as hard as I can, I slam the pen into the side of his neck. It sinks through his skin, and he lets out a horrifying scream before jerking back and throwing me off.
My elbow connects with the concrete floor, and I hurry to scramble away before Zen wheels on me. He lunges for me, grabbing my ankle, and jerks me closer to him with ease. He raises a fist and I flinch, throwing my arms over my face like I’d seen Nor do, but a swing never comes. The diversion was enough for Nor to get to his feet and grab Zen from behind.
Nor grabs the pen and jabs it further into his brother’s neck, until the cry that escapes his lips is nothing but a gurgle in his throat. Then, with a quick jerk of his arms, I hear bones crack and Zen drops to the stone.
The resounding silence that follows is deafening, and I stare in horror at the pair of them.
“Are you okay?” Nor asks, dragging his eyes up from Zen’s body to assess me.
There’s a gash above one of his eyes that’s steadily dripping blood, and a line dripping from the side of his mouth. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, he looks unsteady on his feet.
“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about.”
