
βWhy did you bring me here?β she whispered, the words slipping out weak and hushed.
He tilted his head, his voice low but cruel. βDukeβs precious angel lost her way to the West Wing again,β he said, as though it were a private joke only he could enjoy. He took a slow step into the room, his eyes burning into hers.
βDo you think Iβll let you go again?β His lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. βYou wish I were that merciful.β
Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs, her breath shallow. βThis is unjust. You cannot use your power and title to shape lives as you please.β
βIn truth, I can.β The closer he came, the harder it was to breathe. His words squeezed the air from her lungs. βAnd I will.β
βI donβt understand what your problem is,β Y/n snapped, her own rage bubbling over, almost beyond her control. βBut it seems to be with me. You should have taken it out on me, not by casting my father into prison. He did nothing against you.β

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