“Poor Hope,” Violet murmurs. “It is a slight to the Goddess to treat your true marks like this. At least she can take comfort knowing Alpha Keith still loves her.”
Loves me?
I stumble backward. My back hits the wall. My hands trembling.
Love? That isn't love that allowed me to be prosecuted for a crime I didn't commit. It isn’t love to keep me locked away while he plans to marry another.
That’s ownership. It is a cage.
I’ve lost everything—my sight, my freedom, my pride—and he still expects me to stay while he marries another woman.
While he marries Lilith.
The vile witch.
All my memories of that night pound at my head.
The royal banquet. Her golden dress. Her fake smile.
The moment she screamed jutting forward in a phantom wind. The tumble down the stairs. Her clutching her head
