Chapter 15
Tierney
Tierney clutched at the shreds of her torn dress as she stood in front of the looking glass, her entire body shaking. I will not cry, she thought. Not for that man. In her time, she’d met cruelty head on, but it was nothing like the pure inhumanity in Turlach’s eyes. He hadn’t taken pleasure from her pain. It was more that he didn’t care what he did to her.
And maybe that was more dangerous.
“You won’t defeat me, you ugly piece of—” She stopped herself as she reached up and dabbed a finger along the cut on her face. Blood stained her skin. Her blood. The blood of a princess, heir to a throne, more powerful than these fae could possibly imagine.
If she ever gained full use of her power again, the king and all those around him would be sorry for the day they ever impr
