Melody POV
After returning to my throne, I needed a moment to compose myself. My frustration boiled over, and I couldn't contain it any longer.
"Damn you, Haylie!" I shouted, throwing my hands into the air in a furious gesture. The sound of my voice echoed through the dark hall, but it did little to quell the storm within me.
Liam was still hooked on that wretched woman, even in death. He was chasing her memory like a desperate fool. Dammit.
I stormed over to my throne, my body tense with irritation from the encounter with Liam. The weight of it all pressed down on me as I sank into the plush black leather of the massive chair. My muscles ached, but more than that, Melody's old soul stirred restlessly inside me.
