: Chapter 22

Well, this is interesting.

Keeping my distance, I lean against the wall next to the door.

The woman in the chair looks…furious.

That’s good.

Sure, she’s shaking like a fucking leaf, but I can see the hatred burning in her eyes.

And that’s really good.

Anger I can deal with. I can even deal with fear, because I know King won’t hurt her.

But if she’d looked broken…My empathy rarely extends past Payton, but if this woman had looked shattered, or withdrawn…I don’t think I could go through with this.

But fury?

My mouth starts to pull up at the edges.

Marrying King to this hellcat will be my fucking pleasure.