Emma POV
I felt like I was going to throw up.
I was angry. I was hurt. I was terrified.
I didn’t know when or how, but I found myself kneeling on my bathroom floor, trying to empty my stomach into the toilet.
My whole body was shaking, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of anger or how scared I was.
He was after me. He wanted me. He was going to take me.
Nobody could help me. Nobody could save me.
Suddenly, I wished I was back in that cave with Rolf. At least he planned on killing me. At least my suffering would have been short.
The Rogue King wanted to mark me. He wanted to make me his. He wanted me to give birth to his children. He wanted to use me.
But why me? There was nothing special about me. I wasn’t powerful. There was nothing special about me.
A panicked sob escaped
