Chapter 1Lexi POV“I don’t know about this, Becky,” I said to my best friend, looking nervously around the busy nightclub lit with strobe lights.Becky sighed and hugged me before holding me at arm’s length, looking very much like the preschool teacher she was.“We’ve been through this already, Lex. If your father can force you into a marriage then he can’t stop me from throwing you a bachelorette party,” Becky lectured me in the same tone of voice I was sure she used on the little kids in her class. “Besides, we’re already here so you can’t back out now. Do you even know how hard it is to get into Skyline? It’s practically an exclusive club and I had to kiss arse to get us on the list!”I sighed loudly and tugged on the minidress Becky had somehow convinced me to wear. “I know, I know. It’s just that Hector…”“Don’t you dare even mention Hector,” Becky cut me off with a raised eyebrow. “You’re twenty-one years old for crying in a fucking bucket. Your cousin cannot dictate to you whe
Kat POVI sat in front of the mirror while the hair stylist finished prodding and poking at my scalp with his tiny pins of torture, a look of concentration on his face. “Et voila!” he declared proudly, clapping his hands together as if he were applauding himself for his hard effort. In the mirror’s reflection, I caught Eliana rolling her eyes and muttering something under her breath before she stood up from where she was perched on my bed and ushered him out of the door, ignoring his self praising monologue until she shut the door firmly behind him. “Thank goodness! I thought he would never finish!” she groaned, leaning back against the door. “Tell me about it,” I responded, rubbing my temples. My head pounded from the sleepless night I’d had, so having him tug at my hair for over an hour seemed like an unnecessary abuse. Elle smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes as she came and sat beside me, taking my hand in hers. I could tell that something was weighing heavily on her, she had
Kat POVThe dining hall was abuzz as Enzo and I followed Elijah into the crowded room. People immediately stepped aside and bowed to us as we passed, something I felt that I would never get used to. As the crowd parted, a sight I could have never even imagined had me stumbling, my feet refusing to cooperate with me. Giulia stood proudly in the middle of the room, her hair pulled back from her face and tied in a high ponytail which made her look rather fierce. She wore a pair of jeans and a halterneck top which revealed the scars on her arms from her months of torture at the hands of Fabio, and yet she wore them proudly, as if they were a sign of resilience which I guess they were. But that wasn’t the sight that had my stomach clenching. No, it was the sight of Sofia Milano - Mother in the flesh - kneeling before Guilia with her hands tied behind her back. The image was a far cry from the woman I had known back in Italy, her face bare of the bold makeup she had preferred and the pe
Kat POVI felt the icy fingers of fear wrap around my heart as Damian let out a deep growl, his eyes glued on me. He was going to kill me, of that I was sure, and my beloved Enzo was going to watch it all. “I guess you get to choose how you die,” Anka giggled, tapping her dagger on her chin. “My blade, or your lover’s hands.” Anka swung her blade out at me, catching me off guard and the sharp steel sank into my forearm. I let out a hiss in pain as I jumped backwards, my hip crashing into the cement balustrade of the balcony. “Kat!” I heard Enzo call out followed by a strange metallic sound. Damian launched himself forward, anger in his eyes as his heavy footsteps thudded on the stone flooring as he began to run at me. I gripped the banister, my body frozen in fear and dread. This was it. This was how I was going to meet my death. It was as if it all happened in slow motion as Damian’s body shifted ever so slightly as he ran, and I saw something flash in his eyes - almost as if he
Otis POV“Was it really necessary to lock ourselves in this room?” Henry grumbled from across the colossal dining table in the palace dining hall. “We could have stayed in our rooms, or left Slovenia entirely.”Gunter let out a deep sigh, “would you have liked Katerina’s rebels to twist the narrative to make it seem as if we were letting her take the throne? No. We stay put until Anka kills the little bitch, and then we announce the victory with pride.”Devon nodded enthusiastically before adding, “besides, it is best that we are together while the killing of Katerina takes place. No one would be able to say that we intervened in any way, even though Damian is there to make sure that the job is done. That was a clever idea, Otis. Well done old man.”A smile tugged on the corner of my mouth but I bit my cheek to stop it from escaping. I would be lying if I were not proud of my plan. Having one of Katerina’s mates be the instrument of her death while the other was forced to watch? That w
Kat POV“Damian.”I breathed his name, my voice failing me as I watched him confidently stand beside Anka, her personal bodyguard.“What the hell did they do to you?” Enzo shouted his way, but Damian didn’t even respond in the slightest… not even a twitch of a muscle or a blink.Vasilios gripped the bars beside my head even tighter, his fists turning white as his voice dropped to a mere whisper. “That is Damian, right? It isn’t Darius?”Jurgen nodded… well, I think he nodded because the next words out of Vasilios’s mouth were, “what the fuck did they do to him? He doesn’t even look like he recognises us!”I had honestly wondered why I hadn’t seen Damian on the battlefield, and a part of me had hoped that he had escaped – oh, how wrong I had been.“Ah, I see you haven’t forgotten my darling pet over here,” Anka purred, stroking Damian’s cheek lovingly. “When the council asked me to choose who I wanted to serve me, I could think of no one better than the King of the Rogues. Ha! King!”S