Two of the princes who raped me are dead, their heads lying at my feet. The third one, Dani killed months ago. The fourth one—about whom Barrons knows nothing—is imprisoned behind bars of ice. I have a bad feeling if he ever gets out, I might grow those fangs I don’t want. “The princess is waiting for their heads,” Barrons says. “She will not give us Christian’s precise location until she receives them.” I sigh and say something I never thought I’d hear myself say to a completely, beautifully, naked Barrons. “Get dressed. I’m ready.” As he leaves the room, I glance at the severed heads, the
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