*Ainslee*

Sticky red blood drips down my face, covering my alabaster white gown, dripping down in rivulets. I gasp in shock, wondering how King Axel managed to spill the chalice all over me. But there’s more blood than what was just in the cup. It’s everywhere.

I wipe my hand over my cheek and pull away bits of bone and brains. “O-Oh Goddess…” I cry out, wiping more, trying to get it off me.

Rafe is at my side in seconds, taking my hands, saying something. Something I can’t hear or understand.

There are brains on my face. How the fuck are their brains on my face? I raise a...