One day.

That was all that stood between Desiree and the nightmare Lucas had promised to make real.

One day until the coronation.

One day until her baby would be killed for absolutely no reason at all.

She lay curled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the room feeling smaller with every passing hour. The walls might as well have been closing in on her, a silent witness to her helplessness. Technically, it wasn’t her room anymore. It was a cell disguised as comfort, but yet guarded ...