“No, I’m not.” Belladonna fired back as her eyes combed the room.
The Blood dagger was still on the floor, glowing red from the blood it had drained.
She was too far away from any weapon and Dogori was too powerful for her to outsmart him with such a move.
“Father, he’s going to ruin everything!” she cried. “
“I just saw his memory, I know it all.”
So that was what he had done to Bori’s body with his staff?
Belladonna’s throat tightened. She didn't know he could do that. This could ruin everything.
“Your Majesty—”
“Be Quiet, Dogori.” The White King said and rose from the bed.
Belladonna let out a sigh of relief not just because he had just silenced Dogori but because he was now out of her space.
Xinora had been deprived of contact with others to the point that she developed a strange attachment to her father; it had been nothing but a burden for Belladonna to play that role to keep her cover.
“But your Majesty…”
