I turn to Killian, and his face is ashen. There is no relief. No triumph at his father’s downfall. He looks at me in abject horror, his eyes moving over the blood spilled across my chest, to the sword, to his father’s corpse. “Meryn, what have you done?” he shudders out, stepping away from me with wide eyes, hands shaking. Then, anger. His expression contorts into fury. “Guards! Seize her! She’s killed the king!”
I KNEW IT
