Treason. Assassination. Murder.
No matter the word used, the charge would remain the same; she would be on trial for a crime she was certain she did not commit. Yet, she was aware how she must appear to those in knowledge of the beast hidden beneath her angelic complexion and innocent eyes, which was why the familiarity in the shackles around her wrists and ankles were of no surprise to her as she awaited her fate. To live or to die...it would depend on Adrian’s say-if he would manage to survive this coming night. But in place of feeling worried for the future that may be presented to her if she were to be seen as a femme fatale, all she could think of was how idiotic she felt for believing Adrian would be a man of monogamy. She would be gutted at Grey’s words having remained true but al
