Chapter 56. Weird Guy

Rihanna’s POV

I was still smiling ear to ear as I walked Chris back to his carriage. Jaden’s brag on Black Rose history was impressive.

Black Hills had celebrated a hundred years when Chris had turned eighteen—a year before I did. Black Rose was the true kingdom amongst us.

“I wouldn’t be visiting here again, unless I have to,” Chris said, climbing into his carriage.

I flipped my hair back, exposing my face, which I had been hiding behind my hair for scary effect. “You will have to,” I chuckled.

I noticed his eyes lingered on my face, and I scoffed. “What? Did you think I was beautiful when I laughed? That line is dead now.”

“Just as Rihanna is. Before me is Your Silver—I was very well aware,” he replied.

I shook my head. “If you console yourself with ‘Rihanna is dead,’ then fine. But her spirit will always haunt you, in the form of Your Silver.”

He slammed the door closed, and I heard him sit angrily inside. A smile w