Chapter 67

• The reading room appeared to have been ripped apart by a hurricane. From Luc's outburst, books and pages were scattered across the floor, and the once tidy and welcoming room had lost its charm, and was now engulfed by the horrific events of tonight. What Luc did was bad enough, but what Henrietta told me was even worse. He didn't want me as his queen, nor did he want me as his wife. He was only interested in me as his personal whore and baby incubator. When I remembered what Henrietta had said about being his 'breeder,' I cringed inwardly. It reminded me of a farm animal.
• "Come on, Mia, keep it together," I sobbed to myself.
• I had no choice but to keep going. I had to believe that there was a way out of this mess and that I wouldn't be trapped in this nightmare indefinitely.