Theron’s POV

The place is filled with murmurs, a mix of shock and curiosity, but I didn’t act remorseful.

My face is covered with cold authority as the guards seize Lycina’s arms but she continues to struggle.

Her eyes are red now, covered with undyed tears.

Her hair whips around her face, her eyes blazing as she struggles against their grip.

My voice cuts through the tension finally. “Take her to the holding quarters. She stays there until I say otherwise.”

Lycina’s lips part, her ...