He didn’t let up. Not for a moment. His rage and his fury were all directed solely at me. My mind drifted. The pain lessened. And as I floated in and out of the fading blackness, my only thought was I’d trusted all the wrong people. Banjo. Rafe. Owen. They’d all betrayed me. But this wouldn’t be my downfall. They might have won this battle. But this was a war. If I lived through this, I’d be their princess no longer. I’d be their fucking queen. And they’d bow to me. Whether they liked it or not.
