I’m going to fucking kill her. How dare she come after me, like I had a choice in Luella’s fall? Like I had anything to do with Xaden’s choice to leave her? Fuck that. How dare she come after what’s mine. He isn’t a crown. He isn’t a stepping stool for power. He isn’t a tool to elevate her standing. He’s everything. Her face turns a mottled shade of red, and her eyes widen with panic. “Violet!” someone shouts. A woman. A friend, maybe?
