Every king has a weakness. His has a heartbeat.
I watched everything I was crumble to dust—all of it burning out until I was nothing. And he let it happen.
He never listened. Never believed.
Now he wants to fight for me?
I hate him for the silence. Hate that he only reached for me once there was nothing left to save. Hate that in dragging me back from the edge, he tied his fate to mine—chained us together inside the same cage.
Except the cage doesn’t quiet what’s between us.
It sharpens it.
He saved me. I loathe him.
And I want him to bleed for both.
Finale of the SYCARIOUS Duet