Chapter 5

I huddled inside my father's coat, the ragged stump of my severed finger throbbing.

 

"Dad," I croaked.

 

Marcus looked down. The lethal fury in his eyes softened.

 

"I want to handle this myself."

 

He gave a curt nod. "I'm right here. Take your pound of flesh however you see fit."

 

Two royal guar...

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