KNOX’S POV

“That’s it, My King.” Daxon straightens up. He gives me a look that says he is sorry, but he is too much of a professional to actually apologise out loud. “We’ve turned the whole room over. It’s clean.”

Hale lets out a long, shuddering breath, and turns to me, eyes blazing.

“There.” She spreads her hands over all of it. The drawers, the heaped bed, the stacked books, the mess of her whole private life turned out on the floor. “Happy now? Seriously, Knox, are you finally satisfied? Look at what you did to me. You humiliated me in front of your own guard over seven dead girls...