THE PRINCE

BLADE’S POV

Livid was an understatement for how I felt as I watched Evanora’s neck gets snap, resulting to her falling to the ground.

I felt my blood boil, my rage consuming every bit of my being as her almost lifeless body hit the ground. Her eyes were immediately sent shut, color draining from her face as she was silenced.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” I yelled, watching the guard who was responsible smirk and then laugh at me. He felt no remorse or guilt for what he had just done. If anything, he felt good and even better watching me burn with rage.

I lost control of my sanity as I growled out, stretching my limbs as I broke out of the chains, immediately pouncing on the guard.

“Didn’t I warn you?!” I growled at him, grabbing him by the neck. “Didn’t I ask you not to lay your filthy hands on her?”

He looked gripped by fear and though it made me feel good, it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to feel pain on an unimaginable scale. I wanted him to hate himself and wish he never met me or Evanora. I wan