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I hope he knows that. I hope it hurts him. That’s the best I can hope for until I have proof of his betrayal.

Still, I hardly pay the slimy Italian any mind as I march past him, hungry to follow my princess and get the fuck out of here.

She’s ready to leave this cage. I’m right there with her.

I’ll show Francesca just how much fun living in a real castle can be.

Tonight, she gets her first true taste of what it’s like to be my queen.

Tonight, we taste royalty together.

And then we taste each other.

Because I’m ravenous.

But I couldn’t care less about dinner.

Francesca is on my menu. That’s all. And I won’t be satisfied until I’ve tried every last bit of her.

21

Francesca

The nightmare doesn’t end when I open my eyes—but at least I feel well rested.

Still, it takes me a second to remember where I am.

Ray’s bedroom.

I’m back.

The open concept architecture stretches out around me, threatening me with its vastness. Without the Irish beast here to warm the other side of the Alaskan king-sized mattress, I can’t help but feel a little cold.

This place is so impersonal when you’re here alone. Even wrapped beneath a thick duvet, I’m at it’s mercy.

“Fuck…” the curse comes out in a sigh as I roll onto my back and stare up at the white ceiling.

Thankfully, the heaviness that weighed me down earlier in the day is gone, slept away. All of those prying eyes that kept me awake last night are gone. Ray saved me from them, from Father, from Sonia.

I’m at least thankful for that. Though, I can’t say I’m thrilled to be back here. Not after what happened last time.

Keeping my eyes peeled on the quiet nothingness floating above me, I keep waiting for someone to disturb my peace. Ray didn’t just bring me back here to get some much needed beauty sleep. He’s admitted that I’m a pawn in his game.

So, what’s his next move?

The question twists my gut.

Sure, he’s already told me that we’re going out for dinner tonight. But I’m positive there’s more to his supposed generosity than meets the eye. How could there not be?

Still, I desperately try not to worry about what I can’t control. That’s only going to make me sick. Really, I’m just happy to be away from Sonia and Father and that suffocating house. I’m sure my evil step-mom is plotting some punishment for me—cutting up her expensive face like that is going to cost me—but I won’t be around when she comes looking.

For the moment, I’m free.

Here, no one is going to fuck with me—no one but Ray. Although, what he has in store for me might be worse than anything Sonia could ever dream up.

It’s not like she can force a baby inside of me. She couldn’t force me to carry it for nine months. She couldn’t make me a mother.

Ray, on the other hand, is more than capable.