Chapter 14
A scream tore from somewhere in the distance behind the walls of the bedroom.
I shuddered. The terrible sound came every now and then for the last hour, drowning me in images of the princes torturing someone… picturing how it could be me next.
I paced from the locked door to the lush bed I’d woken in that morning. The servants had locked me in here at Ahren’s furious command, terror etched on their faces for their own safety. Except I’d been warned, and I hadn’t listened. Stupid.
Didn’t make me hate him less. I hated all of them, and more than anything, I prayed I’d wake up from this horrible dream. I’d had enough of this pretend world.
Except the worrying ache in my stomach told me otherwise. I shook my head, refusing to believe this was real. It couldn’t be…
Images of No
