Chapter 12 Rafail

RAFAIL

She left me.

Hollow rage and sharp disbelief wash through me. I cannot believe Hailey walked out.

Actually, I can.

My feckless printsesa deserves a king. Not a criminal.

All I can offer her is a life of violence and ill-gotten wealth. Cold fury consumes me, followed by a wave of profound grief.

“I will stop her,” says my guard in Russian.

“No. Let her go.” I have my answer. Hailey has satisfied her curiosity about me and now she wants to leave. I have too much pride to beg her to stay. She has made her choice.

Sunlight shafts through the doorway, silhouetting her against the morning sky. I glimpse a dark shape beyond my stunning bride, who is running away from me and the life we could have had together.

Then I am running, too.

A gunshot rings out. Pain slams into my chest, and the world goes dark.

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