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… If he’s still alive.
My heart aches as I try not to think about the fate my dark, gallant prince.
Focus on the rage. Focus on the rage.
By the time I hear the door open again, it’s become my mantra.
Focus on the rage. Be an angry queen, not a damsel in distress.
That’s a lot easier said than done… at least, it is until the bag is ripped off of my head and I come face to face with the hideous beast who’s had me dragged here.
“You asshole,” I hiss, immediately spitting right in Retsos’ eye.
He jumps back like I just shot him.
“You bitch,” he growls, before gathering himself. Slowly, he wipes the spit from his face, a morbid smile sinking his caved cheeks. “Well, what an ugly hello that was,” he teases—then he licks some of my spit off his hand.
The act sends a shiver of disgust through my entire body.
“You sick fuck!” I shout. “You’re going to—”
Closing his hand into a fist, Retsos punches me square between the eyes. The force sends me flying back onto the dirty mattress, and before I can bounce off of it, he jumps forward, grabbing hold of my throat with his greasy little fingers.
“I’m not going to do shit, princess,” he snaps, his thin lips warping into a sneer. “At least, I’m not going to do what you want. I’m in charge here. And soon, I’ll be in charge of everything.”
“No one will ever follow a coward like you,” I rasp, a pounding headache threatening to burst through my skull
Opening his hand, Retsos slaps my already cracked cheek with the back of his hand.
Fucking hell. My head feels like it’s going to split in two. But I try my best not to give the monster any satisfaction.
“You really are naïve,” he hisses.
It looks like he’s about to hit me again, before thinking better of it.
Slowly, he climbs off of me.
With my hands and legs still bound, I can barely look up at him, let alone move. Still, I bark back.
“You’re the one who’s naïve,” I sneer. “No one wants to follow a coward. No one except those two dumb goons you managed to rope into this.”
“Now who’s being naïve?” Retsos teases. Reaching down, he grabs me by the collar and props me up against the metal head rest of this rusty old bed. “You were at the docks, Sophia. You saw how many men I have working for me now. They more than doubled your paltry little rescue squad. What did you have? A dozen men following you? Pathetic.”
Looking past his disgusting face, I scan the room I’ve been locked in, looking for anything that I can use to my advantage.
But there’s nothing.
This place is fucking haunting. The cement walls are empty and charred, like the framework has been burned from the inside out, and there are no windows or furniture, except for the dirty mattress I’ve been thrown on.
So, then what did I trip on earlier?
Just behind Retsos, I spot a metal pipe running out of the ground. That must have been it. Fuck. My face still throbs from the fall—or is that from being punched?
Asshole.
I can taste blood in my mouth. For some reason, though, it reminds me of Leo.
It gives me the slightest sliver of hope.
