CHAPTER 4The court of vultures. AVA'S POV.Two days had passed since I almost stabbed him with that silver letter opener. The King’s suite felt like a cage. Draken hadn’t touched me since that night. He slept in the armchair by the window, eyes open every time I woke up, gone by the time I pretended to be asleep again. He didn’t force anything. He actually respected my “no.”That should have made me feel safer. It didn’t.Ash kept pacing inside me, restless and whimpering. I could feel his wolf too that heavy, frustrated pull through the bond that made my skin itch and my chest tight. It was exhausting fighting both of them. But today, the silence was over.“Hold still, My Queen,” Maya, the youngest lady from that night on which I was scrubbed, whispered, her fingers trembling as she tightened the corset of a navy blue gown. It was heavy, adorned with gold chains reminding me that I was bought. “I am not a queen, Maya.”I muttered, looking at my reflection. The mark on my neck had
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