Serafina POV“Uh,” I groaned. My body ached. I forced my eyes open; a harsh light overhead blinded me. The smell of damp mildew filled the air. Gray concrete walls surrounded me. When I looked down, handcuffs restrained my wrists.A narrow metal bed is bolted to the wall on my left. I push myself into a sitting position with a sharp hiss as pain shoots through me.“Assassin princess is awake.”My head snaps toward the voice; it belongs to Zavier Ventura, who steps into the prison cell and stands tall as he looks down at me coldly. One of his men drags in a chair for him. He sits, shoulders squared, his presence commanding. His lips curl into a slow, menacing smile, the kind that could shake anyone. Not me. I keep my face blank.“You killed my father.” He isn’t asking; he’s telling me he knows, and hiding it from him is useless.“Yes,” I confessed. His gaze hardens.“I wish I could’ve killed you too, asshole,” I hiss.One of his men steps forward, ready to strike me.“Stay down,” he wa
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