chapter 14

Abbie THE FOLLOWING MORNING I walk out of the billiard room down the corridor, and my eyes light up when I spot Ivy coming toward me. I am about to run to her when I realize the king has come around the corner and is next to her. He has a hold of her hand. Ivy, also noticing me, smiles and moves toward me before freezing, yet my gaze is on the possessive way he grips her hand as if he is afraid she will run off. Ivy pauses and I frown. However, the king looks down at her and says something while I wait to see if she is allowed to come to see me. He glances down at her before bringing her hand to his lips. My eyes widen. Why is he being affectionate toward her? My breath lodges in my throat as worry courses through me for her. Surely, he isn’t forcing her to be his sex slave. The thought horrifies me. I know it happens, but she is my Ivy. I don’t know if I can live with knowing she is suffering like that. The guards don’t even bat an eyelash at his outrageous affections toward her as if