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I find it difficult to understand how the woman who raised and protected me could do such a thing to her own people. After turning back to the grave in front of me, I notice it has the same last name as the woman’s grave beside it. According to the birth and death date, it belonged to a child. Three months old; the child was barely given a chance to live. My heart breaks as I stare at the picture of the little angelic face on the headstone.

I have to accept the stark reality of my situation; I am the daughter of a serial killer. Bad blood runs through my veins. My hands are tainted by the blood of the woman who carried me. I scrub the grave with all my might, cleaning it before moving on to the next and next. With each one, the pit of my stomach becomes deeper. The skin on my fingers is bleeding from the wind, and my hands are chapped from it. It is impossible for me to stop. I have to undo what she did—remove the taint she has marked on them. When I finish the row, I move on to the next and the next when feet stop beside me.

And I am caught off guard by a growl, and I forgot entirely that I hadn’t checked in with Clarice. Peering around, I notice it is almost dark outside.

“My entire guard is out looking for you!” the king growls angrily. And I flinch at his words but don’t stop, I need to clean them, need to fix what she did.

Kyson bends down, snatching the scrubbing brush from my hands. “Damn it, Ivy, look at your hands.” Peering up at him, I snatch it back from him and turn back to the grave;if I can just clean them all, it will undo it. My mind is consumed with what she has done; I don’t know what else to do, don’t know how to take it back.

The king snatches the scrubbing brush and tosses it in the bucket. The water splashes outside the bucket and spills on me, and I see guardsapproaching.

“You didn’t check in; Clarice is now in trouble for covering for you. Why are you out here? You disobeyed me,” he snaps, bending down and gripping my arms. He shakes me.

Though, his actions don’t affect me. Can’t he see the blood on my hands? What she did? How it taints me, I need it off. I need to erase it, erase her. She doesn’t deserve to be remembered, not after what she did. She was an imposter. The woman who raised me was a monster; I am the monster she gave life to.

“You’re sunburnt; your skin is blistered,” he hisses, trying to drag me toward the castle. I thrash, yanking out of his grip and staggering backward.

“Ivy!” he snaps, reaching for me as I grab the scrubbing brush. I can take it back; it will go away. I just need to clean them. His hand grips my arm, and the growl that leaves me makes him and everyone near me freeze.

“Ivy?” Kyson whispers, and I look up at him. How doesn’t he see it? How can he stand looking at me when I am born of their blood shed?

“She killed them. I loved her, and she killed them. How could she love me and kill them?” I cry, my heart breaking at all the pain she has caused all these people. All the hurt from the years of torture made so much sense now. It was my punishment for being hers. Karma came back and took vengeance on Abbie and me. Everything Abbie and I endured is because of what she did, because I am a monster created by a serial killer, and because I loved her when she didn’t deserve love. I loved a monster, and I called her mom.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Clarice lied to me; she knew where Ivy was, but not once did Ivy check in like she was supposed to, which infuriates me.

“Where is she?” I snap at Clarice, and she seems to recoil in fear.

“Outside helping Peter,” Clarice explains.

“I will deal with you when I get back,” I say, turning toward my guards. “Fucking find her,” I order them, and they take off.

“She isn’t doing anything wrong, My King; she is only helping clean the graves,” Clarice says in her defense. Hearing that only infuriates me further.

“You let the daughter of their killer, clean their graves. The disrespect, Clarice fucking think,” I roar at her, and she narrows her eyes at me before pointing an accusing finger in my direction.

“You listen here, Kyson, you may be king, but I have watched you grow, I helped fucking raise you, you do not speak to me like that.” She jabs me in the chest with her finger. “That girl is not her mother and if you are too blind to see it, then you have no right being her mate,” she snarls at me.

Clarice rarely gets angry at me but right now she is furious,so furious her canines have slipped out, as she fixes me with her glare. My fist smacks down on the counter beside us and she jumps but her glare doesn’t waiver. This old woman is putting her foot out of line if she thinks she can speak to me this way.

“You are a fucking idiot. That girl has suffered enough. Stop punishing her for the crimes of her mother. She didn’t kill Claire.” Her words are like a physical blow, I growl at the mention of my sister’s name, and I feel the urge to shift rush through every cell in my body, making my skin vibrate.

Turning on my heel, I storm out before I hurt the woman. She is right about helping raise me. Clarice was more my mother than my real one. She did most of the raising. She was my nanny since mom was always busy being queen and ruling alongside Dad.

Stalking outside, my men are all standing at the top of the graveyard. Shoving past them, I growl when I don’t see them grabbing her. Searching the rows, I find her at the very last one and stop beside her, I growl, and she peers up when I notice her hands. Her fingertips are bleeding, and she is covered in mud, the heat emanating off her skin I can feel even with the cool breeze. “My entire guard is out looking for you!” I growl angrily.

Taking the scrub brush from her hands, I snarl, “Damn it, Ivy, look at your hands.” But she snatches it back from me, turning back to the grave. Snatching the scrubbing brush back, I toss it in the bucket. The water splashes against her, and I notice a few of the guards step closer. I glare at them, making them take a step back.

‘Kyson!’Damian snarls through the mindlink.

‘Quiet, you don’t interfere when I am dealing with her,’I order back, ignoring his protests.

“You didn’t check in; Clarice is now in trouble for covering for you. Why are you out here? You disobeyed me,” I snap at her, bending down and gripping her arms. She turns to dead weight in my hands, so I shake her, her skin so hot it is making me angrier seeing how sunburnt she is.

“You’re sunburnt; your skin is blistered,” I growl at her. Trying todrag her toward the castle, but she starts thrashing and manages to yank out of my grip. “Ivy!” I snap at her disobedience, reaching for her about to toss her over my shoulder when Gannon and Damian move closer, and I growl at them.

“I’m not fucking hurting her, now step back,”I order as she grabs the scrubbing brush and starts frantically scrubbing. She hiccups a sob, making me look at her.

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