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Turning to face him, I yelp as she pulls me with her. “You exist because I allow you to. If I ask you to serve dog shit, you’ll ask me what breed. Instead, your actions make you enemies of the state. Everyone in this place is your accomplice,” the Queen snarls.

Fuck, she’s so damn scary. Her navy dress brushes against my feet, making me shudder in revulsion.

“Maybe it would be easier to just burn the place down and start over while everyone is sleeping,” she muses and I shake my head.

“No, Cinder,” I whimper. “Please, that really isn’t necessary. There’s so many people here.”

“Think of waste of life, spies that you’ve been cultivating,” Grayson reminds her, trying to appeal to her business sense.

Growling in annoyance, Cinder kicks my feet out from under me. Crying out, I hit the ground hard, my hair bowing my back from where she still has it wrapped around her fist.

“I plan to teach you all a lesson you’ll never forget. Pretty things get broken, love is bullshit, and your lives forfeit.”

All I can hear are Andrya and the guys screaming for mercy, but it’s for me and not themselves. Tears stream down my face because I wish I could see them one last time as I feel the prick of a knife at my throat.

“You’ve made such a mess of things, little whore,” she snarls just as something hits the back of my head hard, turning everything black.