(Violets p.o.v)
The room was so silent, I could hear my heartbeat.
Every part of me wanted to scream.
I wanted to shout yes—that I wanted the divorce, that I wanted freedom, that I wanted to walk out of this courtroom with fire on my heels and my head held high.
But not like this.
Not if it meant giving her things away.
The judge looked at me expectantly. “Lady Violet? As it stands, your divorce case cannot move forward. Do you object?”
Lucian was watching me.
I felt the heat of his stare from the throne, cool and assessing, like he expected me to finally bend. To finally play the game he was baiting me into.
I might turn to the Lycan King for help, but I won’t seek assistance from my past bedmate, Luc—
It’s a matter of my dignity, and to avoid more problems.
Lucian, the Lyca
