ETHAN'S POVIf what I did was right, why do I feel like my world crashed on a rock and shattered into pieces? Something good on the inside feels like it's fading away and when it's done I will be left cold and broken.As far as I am concerned my mate deserved the sentence I gave her. Is there another fitting punishment for someone that has taken three lives other than execution? I killed three innocent men to protect her just because she was acting like an innocent victim that needed help. I don't see a reason to regret sending her to prison or declaring that she should have her life taken. I will not change a thing no matter how enormous this undeserved pain gets."Mate bonds are crazy things. Your mate can be a witch and your heart will still desire to love her." Mother says in snotty voice. "It's unfair that you're hurting because of that wretched thing. But that could be because she is alive and extremely scared. Once she dies your heart will be freed to love someone else." She ad

EMMA'S POV"You'll need the energy to make it through the work they will give you." She insists. "I heard the head of the guards say that you'll be overworked because you disrespected King Ethan's girlfriend."I shrug my shoulders. "Yeah . . . but yI will still be fine." I reply, knowing that I don't really care what happens to my life anymore. I will be a corpse after fourteen days, there is no use to be afraid of being overworked, after all the worse they can do is kill me."I . . . am sorry that they are going to take your life." She stutters uncomfortably. "I know they said that you're a murderer, but you look like a kind person to me. I mean . . . you don't have a villainous face. My assumption is that you killed to protect yourself and no one understands." She adds, giving me a sympathetic look.I want to tell her that I didn't kill anyone, but I realize that it won't change a thing. So I just nod my head."I know it won't make you feel better, but you won't die for nothing. You

EMMA'S POVI have never worked in a farm before, it's more strenuous and punishing than cleaning floors or washing bundles of dirty clothes. I am already regretting having not taken the piece of bread my my only friend here offered in the morning. If I had eaten it I would probably have the energy to keep pullingthe ten foot long sack that is now almost full of cotton balls.The sun is about to set and we have barely harvested half of the massive farm. I imagine none of us is an expert in cotton picking. My hands are already bloody from being scratched by the sharp spikes of cotton plants.We haven't been allowed a minute to rest since we entered the field with the long sacks tied to our waists with long ropes. I have been tagging it along throughout the day and it gets more and more heavier as I toss more Cotton inside. At least they gave me a pair of old boots to wear otherwise my feet would be bleeding as well.Not everyone is as tired as me however, except those that are sick. Th

EMMA'S POVLilian catches me before I hit the ground. "Thanks." I mutter to my friend trying to find my balance and stand on my own."You should take a seat." She urges, motioning me to sit on the edge of the small bed where her sick little brother is laying, unmoving. He looks like a cute boy despite his skinny form. He huffs and puffs heavily like he is having difficulties breathing. "I know you tried to kill yourself to save him." Lilian says in a worried tone. "I knew you have a kind heart the moment I saw your face. But I didn't think you would be so selfless as to take your own life for a stranger you hadn't met yet."I don't respond, feeling too tired and in pain to engage in a conversation. She sighs and shakes her head before helping me get to the bed and sit down on the edge. After taking a few deep breaths reach out a hand and touch the sick boy's thin neck to feel his pulse. It's not far from fading away completely. My eyes sting with fresh tears as I realize that I fai

EMMA'S POVI shouldn't be scared of meeting him, there is nothing hurtful that he can do to me that he hasn't done already. He is the one that has wronged me, I shouldn't honour him with my fear. I tell myself as the two guards roughly pull me up the short staircase leading to the warden's office. I should be breathing in his heavenly scent by now, but all I can smell is coffee and heavy perfume. Has he not arrived yet? His scent was too profound the last time we met that I doubt I would fail to smell him if he were so close. The hear voices inside the closed room as we approach and the door swings open even before we get there. The guards picks up their pace and ends up literally dragging me. I imagine the can't afford to keep whoever is in there waiting. They said it's my mate but why can't I smell him. A plump man I assume is the warden holds the door open while his guards push me inside like a thug. I try pulling away from their grasp when my wounds starts to hurt from all the