Kira’s POV
The memory was Abby’s. And it came the same way it's been coming for some time now. Sudden, vivid and unwanted.
This one chilled me to the bones.
The memory didn’t just flash. It crashed into me like cold water dumped over my head while I was still burning from Adrian’s touch.
She was in here with them. Arabella.
Not at the head of the table. Not in a crop top and sneakers with a king’s hand on her thigh like she belonged to him.
She was on the floor.
The same grand dining hall. Same long oak table. Same vaulted ceiling that made every sound echo like judgment.
Except that night she wasn’t the king’s woman. She wasn’t even a welcomed guest.
She was one of the maids.
They’d dressed her in the thin black uniform…too short, too tight…because Lady Margaret had decided it w
