MY STOMACH was burning with acid. It burned right through my lungs and other organs, penetrating my heart, and it threatened to spill from my throat. I could not think about anything else except the fact that Rhys had just told me that he was going to tell everyone my name. Was he going to introduce me to his people? Was he going to finally tell everyone, who I was to him?
Not that everyone in the Kingdom had not already known by now who I was. I was sure that Rhys had announced my name and my status in order to find me years ago. He made me a fugitive, a person in search of doing something horrible to the Alpha. Though it did no good for him, it still worked because I had undergone several attempts by people trying to catch me for the painting of my face that Rhys had given out.
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