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Damien's P.O.V.Queen Natalie seemed to be doing better. Over the past two days, she was more alert and engaged in conversations, but it wasn't lost on anyone that she never strayed further than an arm's length away from King Killian. Charlotte was worried about her, but I also knew she was getting
My mother knew the terms I had laid out for her. When she was ready to accept that Charlotte would be in my life and move past her hatred for her kind, she had to come to me. And she did. My mother was standing before me, having traveled farther away from the sleuth than I ever expected, and she h
Charlie's P.O.V. I thought I had been doing better. I thought I was growing and becoming a better sister and friend. Yet, this morning, I woke up, and all of my anger and resentment from my childhood, parents, brother, and Natalie rose to the surface with a vengeance. It was all-consuming, threate
"Calm down, Charlotte. Everything is fine," I said to myself, but when I lifted my hand to brush the hair out of my face, it was shaking. The sound of a throat clearing had me spinning around quickly to face the guard in the open doorway. "Forgive me, Your Highness, but can I get you something?" H
Killian growled when I moved to stand, and I bared my teeth at him for only a moment before his 'precious' mate spoke up. "You…" Her voice drove me crazy, feeding the voices in my head, proving them right. She was toxic and a kidnapper…possibly even a murderer. "You can be executed for harming a
Charlie's P.O.V.I wanted to turn around, march back into Killian's office, and have our long-overdue fight. It felt like it was time to put everything on the table, but not with Natalie there. She couldn't be present for that conversation because he would always choose her and side with her on ever
It was him or me, and while he was better at leading our people, he was no longer fit. His darkness had consumed him, and I wouldn't let it spread across our lands. I moved to the right, staring at my big brother, studying his movements as I looked for weaknesses. It had been years since he had set
Charlie's P.O.V.The cold metal of the shackles bit into my wrists as I stared at the wall ahead of me. The loud, white noise in my head blocked out the other sounds around me, but I was distinctly aware of healers rushing to me to stop the bleeding.It didn't matter though. The more I bled, the bet