Chapter 141

• I didn’t want to hear another word out of Richard’s mouth. I didn’t want to see the smug glint in his eyes or watch him pace in that ruined hall like a king holding court. But there he was, leaning against the cracked marble column, arms folded, that infuriating smirk on his face as Elizabeth and I stepped out of the shadows.
• She was gripping my arm tightly. Her fingers dug into my coat like she’d fall apart without it.
• I kept my gun aimed at Richard’s chest.