Chapter 80 Standing Tall

• Prince POV
• I meet his gaze, my jaw tightening as I curl my fingers into fists, the chains digging into my skin. My body trembles, but not from fear. Not from dread. From the sheer force of my fury. If he thinks he can break me, he’s fucking wrong. If he thinks I’ll let him do this. He’s about to learn exactly what the fuck I’m capable of.
• My father watches me like a predator circling wounded prey. He’s waiting for me to break, to shatter, to beg. But he doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does.