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“It’s time.”

He stepped back, and I shut the case, turning and heading out of the closet.

“You know they’ve chosen.”

I looked over to him as we left the room.

“Bram didn’t say anything.”

“He doesn’t have to. I have my own sources.”

I slowed, but I didn’t come to a complete stop. “I’m king?”

Elec couldn’t contain his smile. “You’re king. I’m sure they’ll tell you soon.” He pointed at my hand. “Don’t lose that fake signet ring. I’m guessing they’re going to want it back for their story.”

I picked up my pace.

“They can find it in the ashes of what’s left of the palace. Tonight, the past dies for good.”

CHAPTER 62

Penelope

To be drugged was a gift. More than I had known when I wanted nothing more than to be free.

To feel was to fall.

To break … was to be destroyed.

It was odd that when I could barely process thought, I held in more control. I didn’t now. I was running on pure rage. Every touch sent my blood boiling. Every sentiment had me snapping and threatening him even more.

I was losing it. My killer was blanketed in constant pain and that was pushing me further over any edge I could manage. I longed to spill blood. I needed to see King Lawrence suffer.

“Get the hell off of me.”

“We’re just starting. Surely, you’re not sick of this already.”

A yell left me as I thrashed and fought against the cuffs.

“I told you not an hour ago not to touch me. Did you miss the part about me being a queen and not a whore? I’m not a body you can use whenever the hell you want.”

“I happen to disagree. You had demands, I gave them. I fed you. I opened the curtain so you could have a view. Now it’s my turn for demands.”

Fingers trailed over my breast. I jerked my hand, feeling the leather cuff rub my wrist raw from the constant tugs and pulls.

“One more touch, and I will break you apart. You make me sick. You hear me say no.”

“I hear Vaughn⁠—”

“It is me! I don’t want to be with you. This has nothing to do with Vaughn. I love him. I love him,” I repeated, lifting my head. “I could never love a spoiled rapist like you.”

Fire burned across my cheek, and I felt my tooth tear into my lip. Blood washed over my tongue, feeding my monster.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like the truth?”

“I love you⁠—”

“You love yourself! You want to know why I never chose you, Lawrence? That’s why. You’re selfish. Vain. Your ego is as thick as your head. You know nothing but what you want or what you can’t have. And then you go after it. I never wanted to be your queen. Losing my family’s title was worth washing my hands of you.”