THREE MONTHS AGO…
THE POISONOUS voice of Rhys Ethelwulf resounded all around the magnificent garden. He was the equivalent of the devil on earth. Walking with fire breathing around him, he was the perfect match of hell up here. Rhys was ready to tear apart the world, I realized. The man was emanating power from every inch of his skin. It was like he could burn us from the inside out just by standing there and doing nothing.
I watched him sauntering over to us with a deathly stride. With his every step, the three guards who were circling me were trembling in fear. They didn’t even dare to lift their heads. It was like the bravado that they showed was only fake theatrics. In front of Rhys, they were nothing but stupid children wanting to bully a helpless girl.
Rhys shot them with a murder
