Rion

My feelings surrounding the young woman I held at knifepoint that night left me more conflicted with myself than anyone I had ever met. As I’d pressed the Crimson Princess up against the wall with a knife to her throat, I had half a mind to murder her.

She had the audacity to strike and wound me, then take off and run like a coward.

There would be hell to pay for that. I wanted her to feel the scourge of my anger and to do so much to her that she ...