The moment I saw Theodore, the image of him stabbing Father slammed into my mind like a punch. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms, and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard it felt like I was tearing through flesh.
Caspian placed a hand on my back, trying to soothe me. It only made things worse.
I stood frozen, my eyes locked with Theodore’s. My entire body trembled with rage. Then Lola’s eyes caught mine.
She froze. Her grip loosened on the bag she held, and it fell with a soft thud. She shook her head in disbelief.
“Sai…!” Her voice rang louder than Theodore’s.
Beatrice appeared behind her, drawn by the noise. Her expression changed the instant she saw me. Shock widened her eyes.
“What is Sai doing here?” she hissed. “I thought she was bought as a slave! Why o
