Page 262 of Sapphire Scars


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His lifeforce didn’t fit inside his suit anymore, his lines blurring with rage.

But he still managed to follow our script.

Managed to act and simper and lie. “Of course, Vic. Looking forward to it. Whatever it is.”

I choked on a sob.

I opened my mouth to scream for him to run.

But two more guards slipped behind Henri before a procession of guests fell behind them.

We were trapped.

Corralled.

Livestock heading to the slaughter.

He didn’t know.

Didn’t hear what Victor had said.

Didn’t hear Victor’s low chuckle as he dragged me through his castle. Or his whisper as cold as snow. “Time to die, little diamond. Let’s go set you free.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

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Henri

FUCK.

Fuck.

Fuck!

My mind overloaded as the clip of polished dress shoes marched over stone pavers and the rustle of velvet capes whispered in the dark. Every Master came. Multiple guards interspersed with black-masked men.

All male apart from one.

Ily.

The only splash of white came from her and Peter at the front.

No other jewels.

It was as if Victor didn’t give a rat’s ass about them. Single-minded and entirely focused on whatever horror he had planned.

Stalking at a fast pace, Victor guided us down a corridor, through an archway, across a courtyard, and into a tower with a flag fluttering high in the star-studded sky.

Every metre, I tried to figure out how to stop this.

Every heartbeat, I begged for supernatural powers to surge through me and smite Victor where he stood.

This would be so much easier if I could kill with just a thought.

A bolt of sorcery.

A well-placed curse to the brain.

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