Chapter 27

Viktor

I had made three mistakes within the last few days.

One, I had let Arabella slip through my grasp as the masked men infiltrated her birthday Gala.

I had never felt true fear in my life. Facing death had only strengthened my resolve. You could not truly bring someone to the precipice of death if you feared the thing itself. Death had never frightened me. I was sure someday I would meet my match, ending in the only way I knew; violently.

Down on my knees and staring down the barrel of Kreslers gun, I felt no fear.

The moment I locked eyes with Princess Arabella, I had felt something new. Fear, like white hot pin pricks swarmed my skin. I feared dying without ever telling her the truth. I feared what would happen to her after my last breath.

Something had changed following her eighteenth birthday. Something I had not anticipated.

It was as if there were another consciousness occupying m