The King's Favorite Sin
I clawed at his hand, my lungs burning, breaths coming thin and broken.
“Magdalene Ricks did a good job raising you… little bird,” Blake hissed as he stepped closer.
What the fuck! He knows Mag?
He bent to retrieve the fallen gun, inspecting it with calm precision, as though the chaos around us didn’t exist, and placed it back on the table.
“Rosella… Rosella… you’re dangerous,” Blake continued, his gaze settling on my flushed and strained face, lips parted as I fought for air, eyes wide and teary as Lucien’s grip tightened around my throat.
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