My body shaking with rage, I feel Sky place a hand on my shoulder to steady me. Hearing about the night of the rebellion brought memories to my mind of that day, of my birthday. It was a simple party with my friends in attendance. My parents announcing that when I turned twenty I will be married to Demitrias.
"You killed my parents.” Glaring at the man that betrayed my family, I watch as his eyes shine with amusement as he looks at me. A loud slap sounds around the room and I find myself being pulled away from Juden who now sports a red hand print on the left side of his face, my right hand stinging. Sky whispers into my ear, but the rage I feel burning inside me makes his voice sound muffled.
I want to kill the bastard sitting so smugly chained to that chair.
“Can’t say I blame you for that slap. You are a lot stronger than you look Allisara.” Juden taunts, his gaze meeting mine. It takes everything in me not to fight my way out of Sky’s grasps when all I want to do is kill this man with my bare hands. Fuck knowing the truth, he deserves to die.
“Alli, take a deep breath. You can’t let him get to you like this.” Sky whispers into my ear, his words finally registering in my mind. Closing my eyes, I take in the scent of his pine shower gel and do my best to calm down. Sky is right. I can’t allow Juden to get to me.
“Tell me why you thought I was dead then.” I demand. Deciding that standing as far away from this criminal is the safest option for him. If my rage takes hold again, Sky can intercept and stop me before I do anything that will mark me as an unfit Queen.