Chapter 88

Emily’s POV

The pain was sharp. It felt like a knife carving into every cell of my body.

I just wanted it to end.

I forced my eyes open.

In the background, the witch kept mumbling her dark spells.

Through the blur, I saw a massive figure standing in the corner. He didn't move. He just watched me like I was a toy.

The witch shoved one last, violent burst of power into my heart. I screamed until my voice gave out.

“Done. She is yours now,” the witch rasped.

She handed a dagger to the man. A ruby on the hilt glowed with a sick, red light.

He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the stone. A large hand gripped my chin, forcing my face up.

Finally, I saw him.

The Rogue King.

His eyes glowed a deep, bloody red. He was huge, dressed in black leather. He might have been handsome once, but now a dark rot was spreading across his skin. He smelled like decay. I tried to pull away, but his grip was like