Cindra’s POV
The moment I stepped into King Flint’s office, a tense atmosphere enveloped me like an oppressive shroud. There were only three other people in the room. I knew them all, but my heart had already been racing from the moment King Flint’s secretary had shown up at my door and practically dragged me out of bed without letting me change from my bed clothes.
I felt more vulnerable than ever standing there in little more than my night dress and robe.
King Flint’s gaze bored into me, etched with annoyance and a visceral disgust. Was he angry I was still breathing or did I just remind him of Asha in ways that hurt him? That last entry made it seem like he might have loved Asha, and maybe the pain of her loss was just too much for him to move on from. Maybe he just hated me becaus
