Page 131 of The Darkest King


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MIA

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The world is made ofmarshmallows. I never knew that.

You’re drugged.

My head sways back and forth, like one of those bobble guys people stick on the dashboard of a car. Am I a bobble person?

Stay awake.

“Bring Mia inside and take her out the back,” Cade says, but it sounds more likebwiiing hurrrr emsideee...

Wait.

Where are we?

I try to blink and draw in some deep breaths as my arms are gripped and someone half drags me somewhere.

“Cwade,” I try to call out but can barely speak.

No one replies.

Suddenly, there are loud voices all around me, and I’m shoved onto a soft surface. A sofa. Oh, yes, I can curl up and go to sleep.

Don’t sleep, Mia. Run.

“So, this is my bride,” a man says. But it doesn’t sound right.

I’m Connor’s bride.

That’s not Connor’s voice.

I start to panic. Where is he? He needs to help me.

“Cwonner, cwona,” I moan, trying to lift my hand.

“Jesus, did you have to drug her so much? Talk about a hit to my ego.” The man laughs.

“You want to marry my sister, then here she is,” Cade says.

No, no, I’m marrying Connor.

“Of course, I want to marry her. Hot piece of ass, she is,” the man replies, and I feel him cup my breast. Then he grunts. “Put your fist away, Mancini. In less than twenty minutes, she’ll be my wife and mine to do with as I please.”

No.

I try to lift my head, but it keeps flopping onto my chest.

“Cwadeee.” My voice is barely audible, even to me.

“Shut her up,” Cade says to someone, and they put their hand over my mouth.

Oh God.

No. This can’t be happening. Why is he doing this?

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