Chapter 78.

DARIAN’S POV Keira.  That name hadn't been spoken inside this palace for years.  Nothing so beautiful belonged here. The only other time I felt that was when I brought Hazel home after the Hunt.  Every step felt like it defined the turn of the world and the halls seemed longer, infinite even, when I weighed down the carpet with each step. My office doors stood open and the demonic voices in my head and seething wheezes didn't stop until I walked inside and shut the doors.  Keira.  The name was whispered in the angelic tone it was meant to be said and usually it stopped when I closed the doors but this time it continued. Her name echoed in my ears, it reached the high ceiling and plastered itself on the walls all around me. “Stop!” I grabbed my hair and pulled. I dropped my hands down on the desk and heard the crack in the thick oak wood.  It rushed up my core and filled my chest, I couldn't contain it and the scream rippled from me in waves as I slammed my fist into the table. “My King