Vera POV
I am burning.
The fever is making my body too inefficient to get up.
The mark on my neck is itching like hell
Sudden surges of pain hit me every few minutes and I clench the bedsheets in my fists.
It hurts.
The pain, the numbness, the burning. They all pang my insides, but what hurts more are his words.
The words he said to my father while kissing my forehead and placing kisses down my neck; the deal he made with my father.
I was half unconscious when I heard him, not in a state to get up and scream at him to stop him.
But I heard every word that left his lips.
"What, according to you, is the true worth of your princess Zara?"
I could expect this from my father, but Logan? He broke my trust, my heart and every damn thing that we shared.
He made a joke out of me .
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