Page 100 of Tormented Royal

This can’t be fucking happening.

“You and I both know there’s no way it was fucking suicide,” I growl as I pull at my hair. “Stone Royal would have hung the fucking moon for Octavia. He would never have left her defenseless against them like that.”

“You really think they’d do that?” Maverick asks, stilling the punching bag.

“You really think they wouldn’t?” Finley asks, while I rack my brain trying to come up with a way to keep her safe and far, far away from here. “The real question is why? What could they possibly gain from his death and her submission?”

It hits me in an instant, of course. We’ve been blocking what they want for too long, and they know us too well. They know our weak spot.

It’s always been her.

“Us… They fucking get us.”