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This excites me more than it should.
His brows pull together, confusion all over his face. “Wh-Who are you?”
“Who are you?” I repeat, mocking him, smiling so wide my face actually hurts.
Then my grin drops, face going flat. “Everyone knows who I am.”
“I-I don’t.”
My head tilts to the side, eyes locked on him. My jaw tightens, and I grind my teeth.
A low hum vibrates in my throat.
“Bane, Bane, every mouth knows my name.”
His eyes widen.
“Say it again, let the walls do the same.”
I nod, amused.
“When my voice fades out of view…”
A slow rhythm of heels strikes against the concrete, and my grin spreads wider.
“Isabella carves her way through you,” she purrs seductively, biting her red lips.
“Wh-Who is she?”
She walks up to him, heels echoing with each step.
“Still graceful, aren’t I?” She licks her teeth. “See how easily I adapt?”
“C-Calvano? Calvano’s daughter?” he mutters.
She plants her hands on the arms of the chair and leans in close.
“Wrong name,” she whispers, then rams the blade up under his jaw mercilessly.
The metal tears through skin and bone without resistance. Blood sprays out in thick streams, covering her face, soaking her neck, dripping from her lashes. He jerks once, choking on the mess pouring from his mouth.
“It’s Manson now,” she adds.
Isabella Manson.
The most badass, ruthless woman I’ve ever met.
Mine.
Fully consumed by my madness, wrecked beyond repair, contaminated by everything rotten in me. And loving every second.
She shoves off the chair and steps over the body without a glance, until she’s in front of me.
My eyes lock on hers, and I slowly drop to my knees. There’s no one else I would ever kneel for.
Because what the fuck is a king without his brutal, blood-soaked queen right next to him?
She’s the war, the crown, and the end of the world all at once.
