Page 143 of Caged Royal


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I think I’m going to be sick.

The walls are lined with cages. Some of them occupied, some of them empty. I don’t let myself linger on them as I take in the metal table in the middle of the room, lined with more instruments of torture and blood letting than I think I’ve ever seen in one space.

“What the fuck?”

Edward grins down at me, moving toward the table in the middle of the room. He pulls a gun and points it at my head. “You were a waste of fucking spunk, kid. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

A whimper behind him steals my attention and I glance over his shoulder.

No.

I look back at him, eyes wide. “I wondered how long till you spotted her. My prized pet. I nearly had the whole collection—her in my cage, his blood on my knife—and the princess would’ve joined her mom, but then you fucking idiots got in my way. You keep getting in the way. I’ve had enough.”

“Emily?”

“Oh she won’t answer you, kid, she wants to be here. That Royal knows who her master is. Pity you didn’t learn the same lesson.”

It takes a second for it all to fall into place in my head. He has her mom, he killed her dad, and he wants her down here too.

Blood rushes through my ears, the roaring all I can hear as I let out a guttural cry, pushing up from the ground, pulling a knife from the table and charging at him.

I knock him backwards, and he laughs as I slash at his forearms.

“Only you would be stupid enough to bring a knife to a gun fight, kid.”

I roar again, attacking him with everything I’ve got, trying to wrestle the gun away from him. The knife clatters on the ground when it falls from my hand, distraction enough for my dad to get the upper hand.

He knocks me to the ground, but I end up pulling him down with me. The pop of the gun going off between our bodies is deafening as we hit the ground, pain tearing through me.

I’m sorry, Octavia.

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