Chapter 227

James stepped closer to Victoria, the sharp blade catching what little light came through the broken windows. The metal looked cold and cruel in his steady hand.

“No,” Camille whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, no.”

Victoria closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was coming. She had faced many difficult moments in her life - losing her husband, building her business from nothing, defending herself against enemies who wanted to destroy her. But nothing had prepared her for this.

The first touch of the blade against her arm made her gasp. It was just a light pressure at first, not cutting, just letting her feel how sharp it was.

“My father spent his last years in a small, dark cell,” James said quietly. “He told me in his letters how the other prisoners would threaten him, how the guards would look the other way when someone wanted to hurt him.”

The blade pressed harder against Victoria’s skin. She bit her lip to keep from crying o