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“Her name is Aurelia,” Klaus murmured before I had the chance to respond.
“Au . . .re . . .lia . . .”
The König’s dark blue eyes grew wide as he repeated my name. They were the same eyes that once held me captive as he tore my clothes from my body. He wore an uncanny grin as he turned his gaze back to Lord Haven, who in turn, reflected a knowing look.
His manservant nodded, silently reassuring the König’s hopes wordlessly. I was in fact his daughter—the missing bride-daughter to be. I shuddered at the sight of his sickeningly crooked smile. The scars of his burns had pulled a corner of his mouth into a permanent upward stretch. His tongue lapped from his mouth, like he was a dog begging for his meal.
Much had happened to him physically: his face had a large scar from his eye to hi
