Page 33 of His Stolen Princess

“What?” He sounds as surprised as I feel.

“He lied to me.” Her voice turns dark, lethal. “Made me think he loved me. But really he was only acting like that to honor the deal his father made. Treated me like cattle. I didn’t know until you told me.” She kicks me in the side. “Asshole!”

Antony laughs and loosens his grip. “That Simonetti blood runs so hot. I should’ve known you were a killer at heart.”

She steps a little closer and squares off, planting her feet, and shaking him off as she points the barrel between my eyes. The house cracks, the timbers tearing apart as the floor groans beneath me.

Her index finger flirts with the trigger. “This is what you deserve.”

I meet her gaze and hate the tears in her eyes. Antony is still behind her, a smirk on his lips.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Do it,” she whispers. “For Carter.”

I roll, shove my other hand between her knees, and fire.

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