Chapter 38

Nova’s pov

“My Queen?” Prescott called, stretching forth his hand that was covered in blood, stretching it out for me to take.

I looked away from his outstretched hand, my gaze falling to the floor at my feet. There, I was met with a sight even worse than the one before, the head of the man he had just killed, staring up at me with glassy, unseeing eyes.

I felt bile rise in my throat, my stomach churning at the gruesome sight. The smell of his blood filled my nostrils, and I had to fight to keep from retching.

I turned my gaze away, unable to bear the horror of what I had seen. My gaze landed on Prescott, who was smiling at me with an infuriating receptive expression. His hand was still outstretched, urging me with his eyes to take his hand.

“Don't you dare offer me your blood-soaked hand!” I growled, my eyes blazing with fury.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the hand outstretched towards me.

Prescott stumbled back, his mouth agape and his eyes wide with bewilderment. He se