Felicity's pov

“You’ve just confirmed it,” Theron said, as if stating a fact he had just learnt of. He watched me with the sort of bored amusement a man reserves for an insect trapped in a lamp. “You are cheating on me. The only reason I haven’t killed you yet is because you’re still useful. You are Queen for appearances. For now, that will do.”

Useful.

The word sank deep into me and sat there. Words from Theron always hurt more than my mother's. To him I was nothing more than a ...