Page 44 of War of Her Heart

“What?” I asked with complete shock. Why the hell would she want me to go with her? I’d barely spoken to her, and it was clear to me that she saw me as less than her due to my rank.

“It was Celine’s idea,” Sebastian responded.

“Of course it was,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I take it she doesn’t like you?”

“How did your grandfather feel about your mother? The one who was standing in between your father and the throne?” I asked.

Sebastian shook his head. “He hated her.”

“There’s your answer,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Why do you think she wants you to go with them?” He scrunched his eyebrows.

“When she is bored, she loves nothing more than to see others suffer. Especially me.”

“Tell them no. That you won’t go with them,” he said.

“I can’t. If I don’t do what Celine says, it’ll be so much worse.”

His eyes darkened at what I said. “She won’t do anything to you here.”

I looked at Sebastian, seeing his unwavering need to protect me. “She’s patient. She’ll do something once we return home.”

“Calum will allow that?”

“He has a weak spot for his mother.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know why. She has never been a good mother, but he submits to her and pretends like he doesn’t see what she does.”

His jaw clenched. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why Sebastian got so bothered by things that happened to me.

But what was worse was that I liked that it bothered him. I liked seeing his eyes darken, and the shadows radiating from him.

And the feeling I started to get deep down, that’s when I knew I’d been around him long enough and that he needed to go.

“It’s my time to go, love.”

“What?” I responded but he had already transferred out of my room, and immediately there was a knock at my door.

Oh, that’s why.

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Chapter 19

Violet

I waited for a moment hoping she would just leave because I knew who it had to be and what she was going to ask, and I knew I couldn’t say no.

Another knock.

I might as well get this over with.

I opened the door to Nathara standing with her arms crossed and an aggravated look on her face.

“We are going dress shopping tomorrow, and Celine said I should invite you.”

“Why did she say that?” I asked even though I had no doubt as to why she would bring me into this—to watch me be tortured.

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