Chapter 178
Jack
Lalalala, what a good day.
I wish I had a camera in there to capture the look on his face. The way his composure cracked. The way his eyes went wide when he realized that he'd lost. That he was standing in the middle of a room full of people who had just voted to strip him of everything.
Priceless.
I stretch outside in the palace garden, tilting my face toward the sun. The warmth spreads across my skin, soft and golden.
Was the world always this lovely?
The sunshine falling on my face feels amazing.
I inhale and notice roses around me. Reminds me of my sunshine. The same deep red as his hair, the same delicate beauty hiding something fierce underneath.
I pluck one and sniff it.
It pricks my forefinger with its thorn.
Certainly reminds me of my sunshine.
"It was you, wasn't it?"
Well. There goes my good mood.
I turn around. Watch the red drip down my finger—a small bead of blood, bright against my skin.
