Sierra's POV
Going to see the rogues had been fruitless, Sephora is still alive so they won't believe any word that comes out of my mouth. And now I was in deadly, black humor. Clad only in skirts and a pair of black shoes, I took a sip of the drink in my hand, staring out my room's window at the city's night lights.
I knew I should be anywhere but here, alone in this boring room, alone with my bleak thoughts. Damnit! My fist hit the windowsill. So hard. The pain was something else, not what I had expected. I shook my hand, wondering if I'd cracked a bone.
I still felt like the king belonged to me, I still felt like he was mine! Even though we couldn't be together, even though he had betrayed me by choosing that lowlife over me, even though he was all over another woman though he had ne
