Page 106 of The Bastard Prince


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At first, it was a pipe dream. A silly notion tossed around from one wounded child to another in a bid to both comfort one another and cope with the desolation in our lives – in our fragile minds.

Back then, I couldn’t see a way out of Trigger Laperro if I wanted to. I was trapped inside his personal hell just as deeply as he was trapped inside of mine.

Orphans.

Friends.

Comrades.

Protectors.

Equals.

But then something had switched.

Our bodies changed.

Our feelings deepened.

Our lust for vengeance grew.

Our brains merged.

Our pain fused.

Until we were one.

Lovers.

Soulmates.

Wolf and lamb.

King and queen.

Always equals.

My pain was his pain and his battles were my battles.

Ride or die.

In our foolish naivety and thirst for vengeance, we plotted to overthrow his father. Knowing that taking the lives of his children would never suffice, we had planned to hit Fabio Crellid where it would hurt the most.

We planned to take hispower.

Instinctively, my hand moved to my other arm, thumb trailing over the letters branded on the inside of my wrist.

The letters that matched the ones on his wrist.

He glared back at me. "It was here."

My eyes widened in surprise. "This was HQ?"

He offered me a clipped nod and strode off.

This time, I hurried after him.

"Wait – you've been using my father's home as a what? A whorehouse? A warehouse? A hideout? A drug den? A shipping compound?"

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