Chapter 111

Scarlett “You disgust me, Alexander.” The chains bit into my wrists each time I moved. My skin was already rubbed raw, the metal slick with a mixture of my sweat and blood from it but I pulled it anyway, refusing to be still, refusing to let him think that he already got me, that I already complied with what he wants. Alexander crouched in front of me, his broad shoulders shadowing the dim candlelight. “You still haven’t given up yet? I told you; I will spend the rest of my life here with you.” I looked at him in disgust. “I’d rather die than spending my whole life with you.” His hands—those same hands that had once shielded me from the rogues, once held me in a way that felt safe ever since I witnessed the death of my father—were now a mockery of tenderness. The chains clang whenever I tried to struggle, whenever I move and I even feel my blood dripped from the chain but the fury in me was more than the pain that I felt. “Stop moving,” he murmured, as though his voice could soothe the