Chapter FORTY-THREE

Lusia Present day. I was lost in his words. The narration had been worse than I thought it would be. I couldn't believe that someone like King Dane would be stuck in a situation like that. Maybe he was just saying that to get sympathy from me. What if he was manipulating me to believe him? That was another angle. I couldn’t let him ruin me. Not again. But he had confessed to killing my parents. I didn’t know how to react to it. He had confessed indirectly, but he had said it was done. He had also seen me that night. He had been that terrifying silhouette that had fled the living room when I came in. That was ten years ago. I wondered how young he was then. He didn’t look like his age at all. His jet-black hair and his olive skin made him look so much younger. And his icy blue eyes weren’t as cold as they normally were. That was something I noticed all night long. “So. There you have it,” he said, running his fingers through his tousled hair. I was speechless throughout the night. I was