Sarah POV
Sarah woke up on the carpet between the couch and the coffee table with the voodoo doll still in her hand. She’d barely gotten any sleep at all. Every time she closed her eyes, new images of Marcus and Alexandra would enter her mind, igniting a raging fire within her that burned even brighter than the last one.
She’d stabbed and stomped on the doll throughout the night, in between naps. Just when she was wondering what it was that had woken her up, another few knocks sounded from the door.
“Princess,” A man she recognized as King Rowan’s Beta greeted her with a slight bow, “I’ve come with a message from my King.”
“Thank you,” Sarah smiled, taking the envelope from the man’s hand. After closing the door, Sarah tore open the seal, and read the contents.
Dear Princess Sarah
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