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“I’m fine, Gannon,” I tell him, and he looks at me, tearing his eyes from the guard. He sighs and twists the key in the lock, and opens it. Cassandra whimpers and presses into the corner further.

I put my hand on his chest when he moves toward her. “Back off,” I tell him, and he looks at me.

“You’re not touching her,” I tell him.

“She helped him. How can you say that?” Gannon snaps at me.

“And she will have to live with what she did, she is a monster, but even monsters have a story. Even monsters can feel, but I am not a monster, and I won’t be responsible for her children being orphaned,” I tell him as my eyes move in her direction.

“She is just as much a victim as I am,” I say, tears burning my eyes. Gannon growls.

“No!” he snarls.

“It’s my choice. You said it’s my choice,” I whisper, and he looks at me.

“She needs to be punished for what she did. She doesn’t deserve to live after that,” he snarls, stepping toward her, and she whimpers, cowering away from him and I grip his shirt in my fist, making him stop.

“My choice, what she did was wrong, but-” I look at Cassandra. “Fear makes people do foolish things. That is something I do understand,” I tell him.

“No, I am not letting her go,” Gannon says, shaking his head.

“You said I got to choose what happened to her, so mindlink the King.”

“Abbie!”

“No, Gannon, either you get the King, or I go see Azalea. I won’t allow you to kill her. She has kids, and I am not leaving them orphaned to suffer the same fate I did,” I tell him and he snarls angrily. Gannon walks out of the cell, slamming the door. Cassandra whimpers before she collapses, her body shaking as she sobs.

“Thank you, thank you,” she cries.

“Go home to your children and forget about me Cassandra, I was never a threat to you, but if you come back, I will let him skin you alive like he wants to do, and I will hand him the tools while he does it,” I tell her.

She nods, glancing at him and her face pales.

“Don’t ruin your second chance. I won’t give you a third,” I tell her, walking out of the cell. Gannon growls and looks away from me and I stop beside him and place my hand on his chest. “Don’t be mad,” I tell him.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Yes, you are, but that’s ok. I don’t expect you to understand my request,” I tell him and he sighs but cups my face in hands,pulling me closer. He kisses my forehead, hugging me tight, and I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him.

“Kyson and Azalea are on their way down,” Gannon whispers.

“Thank you.”

Chapter

Twenty-Four

AZALEA

When Kyson gets out of the shower, he seems to be in a better mood. He wears nothing but a towel draped low on his hips while I pull my socks on. I have put on a loose-fitting off-shoulder top and jeans I only just managed to squeeze into.

Yet my skin itches and burns, the fabric irritating my skin. The clothes feels constricting, and I can’t stop scratching. Kyson eyes me, clearly happy to see me doing what he asked instead of arguing with him. The truth is, I am excited to leave the castle grounds. I don’t care where we are going, I just want out of this place.

Kyson walks into the closet before returning with some black suit pants and an undone gray button-down shirt. He tosses a jacket beside me on the bed. “It’s going to rain. Put it on,” he says, pulling his belt through the belt loops.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

“Well, we were going to Kade’s pack, but now we are going to your old one,” he says, and I look up at him, tugging down my shirt, the seam rubbing against my skin.

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