CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
For a split second, an image flashes through my mind, him f*****g me with this angry face of his, and rough, eyes locked on mine and I snap myself out of crazy thought.
God, what is wrong with me?
Why is a furious king the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
He doesn’t flinch.
“Repeat what you said,” he growls.
Fine.
I lift my chin.
“Why am I the only one suffering?” My voice cracks, but I don’t hide it. “We were both there that night. We both made that mistake. Yet I’m the only one being dragged through hell.”
His expression tightens, but I don’t stop.
“You never once asked what kind of life I wanted,” I continue, pain slipping into every word. “You don’t care. Do you even understand what it means to be labeled a concubine? For life?”
I laugh, but it comes out
