Joanne’s POV
Everything happened so fast after Mort slapped me across the face. I felt the sting before I realized what had even happened. I’m not sure when he got there, but suddenly James was standing in front of me, his weapon drawn and anger rolling off him in waves.
“That stupid b***h,” Mort hissed, pointing his finger at me. “She’s nothing but a worthless concubine! That’s why the prince defends her!!”
Murmurs erupted around us, and tears stung my eyes; his words sliced through me, hurting worse than his slap. I’ve been told that I was worthless my entire life; I’ve been made to feel as such. My thoughts went to Alexander; he was affectionate towards me. He had told me in the past that he was attracted to my body, but was that all he was attracted to?
Mort’s words made me wond
