Page 87 of Filthy Hot Prince

“He touched my Valeria. Hedaredto hurt her,” I seethed. “I am not letting him go unpunished.”

“You don’t want to answer me? It’s okay.” I glared down at him, asking the guards to hold his arms and legs as I rolled my sleeve over my elbow. “You mocked her blindness, didn’t you?”

I wrapped my hand around his neck, enjoying the quickening of his pulse, the fear on his face, his eyes widening as he thrashed around the floor. I ignored Elena’s and Zayed’s words as my fingers inched towards his eyes.

“Let me hear your screams,” I said, pinning him down, wanting to hurt him for what he did to my precious, my sweet.

“Khalid.”

I stopped and looked over my shoulder.

“Khalid.” I stood up, hearing the weak voice of Valeria as she stepped towards me. Zayed ordered the guards to take away the man to the dungeon as if he knew I would have taken out his eyes with my fingers.

Zayed was right. I would have if Valeria hadn’t stopped me.

I frowned when she massaged her head. Valeria pulled off my suit and pressed it against her mouth.

No, her nose?

“Khalid, I… I can’t—” tears gleamed in her eyes as she stared in my direction.

I held my breath.

“Khalid, I can’t smell.”

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