Chapter forty eight: back from the dead
Lucian pov>>>>>>>
“ That day, I begged for mercy. I tried to let them know it was all a misunderstanding , and it was my grandmother’s deed and not mine. But no one listened.” She smiled, running her claws over her grandmother’s picture again.
“ And then I realized, the world doesn’t revolve around the cry for mercy. It breathes on oxygen pumped by the tears of those who are suffering. And I found joy in it. I watched your brother beg for mercy, he begged for his life... and in the end, he died just as pitifully as he lived. Live for the royal family and die for the royal family, their perfect puppet!" Her words were like a slap to the face, and I felt my anger rise, a burning fire that threatened to consume me whole, replaci
