![]() ![]() Not because he's meaner or harsher, but because he's neither. If being the object of Sy's resentment is bad, then being the object of his desire just might be my undoing. ![]() It's easier with him, knowing that he could never want me. The Lurker, with his malevolent stare and bitter tongue, hates me the most. By the time Remy's done marking me, I'm not sure there'll be anything left to call my own. There's the Maniac, with his razor-sharp smile and frantic eyes, thrashing around me in a hurricane of hard touches and whispered words. But the three thugs who arrive in the night, masked and vicious, decide to take me for their own. ![]() I’ve spent the last year at the mercy of the Kings, caged and tormented. ![]() If anything, it just made me more determined to strike back. I grew up under the brutal force of our father's fist, but it didn't break me. I'm half as pretty as my sister, and twice as stubborn. If he'd had a son, things would have been perfect. My sister's marriage to the leader of the Counts would keep him in control of his house. He's a Count-a King of Forsyth-and all he ever wanted was a daughter to marry off and a son to secure his legacy. They say a parent should never pick favorites, but my d*ck of a father, Lionel Lucia, is no Ward Cleaver. The crowns of Forsyth Royalty aren’t built with jewels. ![]()
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