KING ARLO'S POV
I let go of his shirt and staggered backward, needing to put some distance between us. Every inch of my heart ached from his words. The piercing stares fixated on us weren't helping. I couldn't conceal my agony from them. Luther had hurt me with his words and my agonized look was his trophy.
A smirk formed on his face as he saw how speechless I'd gone. Sure, he was feeling like a f*****g god right now. Crushing everyone who gave a f**k about Jordy seemed like his sole mission here.
"You look drained, your highness. You should have a seat, and try to get a grip on your emotions. It's as hard for you as it is for everyone," Luther said in a fake, soliciting tone. As much as I wanted to send him to hell, I didn't. I took a seat, just as he'd requested. He was right. I felt
