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The look in his eyes. This cocky fucker…

“Your life will be spared,” I say.

I feel like I’m going to vomit.

“I will ensure any vote on this matter… I will not vote your death…”

I reach with my right hand and Des places his hand against mine.

What the fuck did I just do?

I just potentially saved Serafina’s life. For all I know, she’s already dead and Des completely fucked me over. It’s a risk I have to take. I’ll risk it all right now to find Serafina and hold her again. She’s mine. All mine. She will wear a diamond ring from me. She will wear a wedding band from me. She will carry my children in her tender womb. She will be my everything.

I’ll handle Des some other time. I’ll give up any chance I have at the throne. I’ll break all agreements with mybrood. With thelegionitself. My own father can chase me around the world, wanting to track me and kill me. That’s nothing compared to how I fucking feel about Serafina.

“Speak right now, Destroy,” Luc orders. “Or I will rescind the deal and have you taken away. Cut you limb from fucking limb.”

“A deal is a deal, Tyrant,” Des says.

“Who the fuck took the woman I love?” I ask.

“Your wife did.”

Chapter Forty-Two

SERAFINA

At some pointa bag or something like it had been placed over my head. I’m back to consciousness but there’s not much for me to do. My hands are taped together, along with my ankles, which I assume are tied to the chair I’m sitting in.

I think I’ve officially run out of panic. My body has no more to offer. I would also like to know who the fuck has kidnapped me. Who has been attacking me. I want to know what the fuck I did so wrong that I deserve this.

A door opens and shuts. Footsteps echo on the floor as someone walks toward me.

“You awake, bitch?”

It’s the same female voice from before.

“Nope,” I say.

The bag is removed from my head. The woman is no longer wearing her cut up winter hat fashioned into a mask. I have no clue who I’m looking at. She’s pretty. She’s beautiful actually. Stunning.

Bright blue eyes. Long eyelashes. A cute little nose and perfectly thin lips that look a natural deep shade of pink. One obvious freckle just under her left eye that somehow makes herlook really pretty. Her hair is an auburn color, pulled back in a messy way that’s done on purpose to look busy yet sexy.

“Who are you?” I ask.

The woman grabs my hair and pulls. I groan in pain.

“I can’t believe this didn’t do you in,” she says. “I thought for sure you’d be in a coma. Hopefully fucking dead. But you’re just one tough chick, huh?”

My teeth start to chatter.

Oh. Fuck.

“You did everything to me,” I whisper.

“Not everything,” she says. “I did not drug you at that party. That was all Des. My idea, of course. Just enough to make you feel out of it. And, yeah, I opened the window. Was hoping you’d tumble out and just die right then. That would have been the best case scenario. But we don’t usually get the best case scenario, do we, Serafina?”

She lets go of my hair and looks me in the eyes.

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