He’s breathing hard, a panicked light in his eyes. He prowls forward, menace in each step, and without warning he goes to one knee by the tub and wraps a hand around my neck—not tightly, but his fingers sting with heat. “If you speak a word of this, I will end you, do you understand? I’ll do it personally, and I’ll enjoy it.” Staring into those burning eyes, after everything today—I can’t hold back anymore. My lip trembles and my eyes fill with tears. The Ash King lets go of me immediately, alarmed. He backs away. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. Broken sobs escape me as he rushes out. I hug my knees
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