Chương 368: King on the Edge

~ DAVID ~

The moment I turned my back on Zara, Emory's voice rose to echo through the cold dungeon.

"Please, Highness! Please! Sire, just give me a moment!"

A guard snapped something dark and I hunched against the words, refusing to respond.

"YOUR HIGHNESS, PLEA—"

The telltale creak of iron hinges was almost immediately followed by a thin shriek, and a muttered order to keep her mouth shut.

I felt the blow as if it had landed on me, but I gritted my teeth and steeled myself against it.

Emory had dug her own grave in this. She'd forced me to imprison her. And now… now she was trying to bring my attention back to her?

She had to know that with Zara here, I'd care less and less for what she had to say?