“Watch me.”
The words sound soft. Conversational. But they carry the weight of a royal decree. This isn’t bravado or empty posturing. This is the promise of a future king who has the power to make good on every threat.
“If Zari has taken my mate,” I continue in that same quiet tone, “if she has lain so much as a finger on Astra, I will burn the entire Tashina family to the ground. I’ll make their deaths so brutal that people will tell stories of this day for generations.”
Seth opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off.
“She thinks she knows me. Thinks she understands what she’s dealing with.” A cold smile curves my lips. “She thinks I’m a civilized prince who follows the rules and plays political games.”
The witch makes a small noise that sounds like fear. Good. He should be afraid.
