Chapter 90. Don't Bow to Him

I stood, not caring about my nakedness, and crossed to the guard.

The bastard watched in silence—I guess he was curious to know what I was up to.

I knelt in front of the guard and said softly,

“Why are you bowing to him?”

My voice was rough and broken from crying.

“Come on, he’s not even a man compared to you. You’ve got the muscle, the strength. He’s only got privilege.”

The bastard scoffed, a hollow sound.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His tone was icy, like a bored executioner.

I ignored him, staring only at the guard.

My fingers traced the blood at the edge of his split lip, smearing it down his jaw.

He flinched, eyes wide with a fresh terror, but still kept his head bowed.

“Look at you,” I whispered, my voice low and sultry.

“So strong. You could snap him in half. Yet you kneel before him.”

I leaned closer, my breath against his ear, my bare chest brushing against h