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CHAPTERONE
Paigelynn
My eyes slowly follow the thickening line of blood flowing from Jason’s prone body.
This isn’t happening.
This isn’t real.
None of this is my life.
No.
Just…no.
Cam didn’t just show us the crown tattoo, the symbol of authority, the divine sign of being king, then murder my bodyguards in cold blood.
Impossible.
This is all a dream. A nightmare. Myworstnightmare. It can’t be real because if this is reality, I would rather be dead.
Shaking, I look at the ground, my knees aching from pressing into the tile, trying to remember to move my lungs, trying to take it all in.
Trying to disappear.
The only sound I hear is my ragged breath. It goes in and out of my lungs, a wheezing sound of panic. Winnie’s collar jingles and my hand, independent of my brain, reaches for her.
Don’t shoot my dog, I think to myself.
Then I look up.
Up into eyes that blaze for me.
Because I see three eyes. Cam’s intense orbs, and the eye of steel.
I can feel the gun’s heat.
But Cam’s is even hotter.
“Don’t even think about it, Princess,” he snaps.
I hold Winnie, who begins to whine, but if I let her go he’ll kill her. Then he’ll kill me.
What have I done?
What have I done?
It’s my fault that Jason and Malcolm are dead, their bodies slumped against each other, legs at crooked angles so unnatural the pain would be unbearable if they were alive. They are so still.
Too still.
How can they be dead?
It’s all because of me.
Me. This is all my fault.
They died protecting me from… my king?
