Forgiveness in Pieces

Ember POV

“Please… don’t kill her!” I screamed, forcing myself back to my feet despite the weakness trembling through my legs.

“Why?” King Valtor demanded, turning his murderous gaze toward me. The weight of his killing intent pressed heavily on my chest, almost stealing my breath.

“Please, let her live,” I begged.

Instead of answering me, he strode toward Ezra and yanked her upright, his grip so tight her feet barely touched the ground as she struggled helplessly.

“Please,” I cried again, my voice breaking. “If you love me… even if you don’t love me, but there is the tiniest fragment of feeling for me in your...