RHYSAND
Lisa’s throat bobs against my dagger. Any slight movement she makes will raw blood and she reapplies that because she is standing so still, her chest barely rises and falls that I doubt she might even be breathing.
I hated this feeling in my chest. It was dark and bitter. Betrayal. Is that what it tasted like?
It wasn’t quite like I felt when I figured out my so called father was the one behind the attack that killed my mother. But it was pretty damn close. And that was enough to piss me off. I didn’t want to feel like ever again.
But thanks to her, every time I close my eyes. I’m met with the image of her and another man’s arms around her. My brother’s, no less.
Lucien better has a f*****g good explanation for what I saw when I go to speak to him.
I returned my eyes back to
