Page 538 of The Luna Duet

She bared her teeth and marched toward me.

I couldn’t move back.

I’d never quite mastered that on this fucking leg.

I stood my ground as she slapped my cheek and hissed, “I hope you die. I hope you fucking—”

I backhanded her.

One moment, she was standing. The next, she groaned on the floor.

Ice settled over me.

I hadn’t meant to strike her.

I hadn’t commanded my arm to do such a thing.

Yet...it’d happened.

Because I’m my father’s son.

She was disrespectful. Rude. And didn’t know a damn thing about me.

I’d already been tortured. I’d been raped of thoughts, hopes, and sanity. I was a ghost of the man I’d been and...

None of that is her fault.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sucked in a shaky breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my reflection in the huge gilded mirror angled to catch every activity that might happen on the bed. The reflection shimmered strangely, oddly contorted.

Another bolt of ice tumbled down my spine.

We’re being watched.

The mirror was two-way.

I didn’t know how I knew, but it was so fucking obvious.

Cem hadn’t gone to see other fairies. He’d gone behind that mirror to see if I obeyed.

My chest suffocated with jumbling emotions, but the one that won the quickest was black-dripping mirth.

I chuckled under my breath.

I couldn’t control my sick laughter.

I’d been thrown in here as the lion ready to devour the mouse.

I’d thought I was better than that.

I’d hoped I was better than that, even after five years of brainwashing.

Turns out...I’m not.

I’m as bad as him. As awful and sick and monstrous.

Cem will be so proud.

Dropping my hand, I limped forward, my cane sinking into the carpet.

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