I felt Zemia pull me back. I was already on my feet. With the amount of fury I felt I knew I was gonna do something drastic. The man stared at me with hate. I wasn’t still wearing my shirt, I saw his eyes fall below my collar bone where the mark, like I would love to call it, tattoo. He immediately fell to his knees just like Faye, though he didn’t seem as helpless as she was.

“I beg for your mercy…. my.. queen!.” He stammered when he called me his queen.

I wasn’t a monster of course. I accepted his apology, like I always said. The first time...