Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince

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dn't just drop; it plummeted, suck

a room fracturing with noise. He dwarfed Connor, making the "Golden Prince" lo

broken glass on the floor before shifting to Jana, who had stop

e looke

e line of my jaw, lingering on the swelling red mark with a shocking, paradoxical gentleness. H

did t

ugh the floorboards. It wasn't a question;

fing out his chest in a vain a

its usual confidence, cracking slightly at the edges. "Thi

dn't deign to look at his brothe

rannon sa

Brannon. He knew that Brannon lived by a code that the rest

the words tumbling out too fast.

a silent threat digging

hand on my wrist. The

I never realized the blood wasn't his-it was the blood of the men who threat

hand away

t me,"

air, sharp and absolut

went red. "You

non

scramble back as if burned. Brannon placed himself between me and

nced from the stage, his voice trembli

ke the tension

ly. He looked down at me. Up close, he smelled of rain and

e?" Brannon

f I was sure about what I was about to do. He knew. Somehow, he knew

e," I wh

said. "I'm rig

by two of his own soldiers who sensed the vola

the designated mark

the crowd. Then, I shifted my gaze past them, locking eyes with the monst