Nina
“My lord,” the guard announced, snapping to attention at the door. “She has arrived.”
“Come in.”
He dragged me inside and shoved me aside.
“Lucas,” I whispered, voice trembling. “The guard—”
“Playing disobedient again, I see,” Lucas cut in, rising from the bed. His casual dismissal of the guard’s brutality felt like a knife through my heart.
“I’m not... He...” The words died in my throat as I caught Lucas’s stare. Where I’d once seen lust, now only disgust remained as his eyes raked over my bloodied form.
“Did you not know why you were brought here?” His howl made the windows shake. “How dare you show yourself to me like this!”
The irony was a knife in my chest. Here I stood, having orchestrated Scarlett’s downfall, only to find myself reduced to the very thing I’d despised.
