SAVINA'S POV
I’d sent the maids out early tonight, and it was one of the careless decisions I’d made after the incident in the courtroom - the first of which was walking out on an angry Heath.
The rage on his face still played in my mind as I rounded up with my shower, and each time it did, shivers went down my spine.
I half expected him to cut the facade off and order my execution on the spot.
It wouldn't have been a surprise after what he’d done with Rye, but instead, he’d remained quiet about it - a dangerous reaction.
The rest of the day was spent alone in my room, with its luxury faded in comparison with the trauma I still felt. Rye’s cries, the bloody whip, and Heath’s sinister smile.
Living a life of royalty would be a piece of cake if he were not in the picture.
After my bat
