Evie Stanton

I was ready.

For death or liberation.

My choice. Thane’s cutlass was heavier than mine, but I held it with finesse. I knew the common people were watching over the guards' shoulders at the doors. Whatever happened, my father’s reign was over.

“Then kill me, motherfucker,” I snarled, taking a stance in front of Thane. The crew that I loved so much. They were my people. Katarina took a step forward, beside me. My mother ...