I collapsed onto the bed, utterly stunned, staring blankly at the door. How could he think such vile things? How could he look at my broken, starved body and accuse me of being a w***e for a guard who simply showed me an ounce of human decency?
Angry, bitter tears stung my eyes, burning against the fresh cut on my cheek. When the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance mate, I foolishly thought I would finally learn what love felt like. But I was in a worse nightmare. Fredrick wasn't keeping me because he cared; he was keeping me because my death would make him weak. I was just a tool to preserve his royal power. I was being used all over again.
A sharp knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts.
I cautiously opened it, finding a harsh-looking woman standing in the hallway holding a
