Chapter 107: The Perfect Lie

Mara’s

I sank deliberately into the old, worn leather chair, letting the loud, sustained creak echo dramatically through the damp, stone room as if the entire, derelict space belonged exclusively to me. The subterranean chamber smelled profoundly damp, cold, and utterly abandoned—perfectly isolated for the grim purpose I had in mind. James roughly shoved a thick rag into the Queen’s mouth, ignoring the frantic way she twisted her head and pulled to avoid the ...