Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
The welfare of the kingdom always comes first.
One of the few laws I agree with. - King Richard
“Classy,” Jace says as soon as he enters, his eyes hard and full of judgement. “I can’t believe it’s taken you all this time to find a wife given your gentlemanly traits.”
“Don’t.”
He takes up position by the door, leaning right next to the spot where I fingered her senseless, where I claimed her mouth as mine.
“I should let the Court know her torture sentence has already been served,” he says.
I exhale roughly. Try not to recall the tears that streamed down her face.
Fuck.
I yank another petition off the stack.
“So what do you call that technique? Get her to divorce you ASAP?”
“I can’t have her dreaming up some fairy tale about us.” I can’t have her looking at me as if she sees something I’m not. Something good. Something worth trying for. Fighting for.
Glaring at the petition, this one about having a sex toy listed as an essential item for when declaring bankruptcy, I curse.
Now all I can think about is having her at the mercy of a toy. Or two. Or three. Fuck. It’s a good thing I made sure she’ll never want to see me again.
Because I don’t know if I have the strength to stay away.