Chapter 108

Lisa's POV Who the fuck did he think he is? He didn't even spare me a second glance. Just turned his back and walked out like my words hadn't meant a damn thing. Like I was some annoying footnote in their grand, heroic story. Like I wasn't standing there, trembling with rage and humiliation, forcing myself to smile while every part of me screamed. I stood alone in the hallway of Simon's mansion. No, palace,and swallowed the hot lump in my throat. My fists clenched at my sides. I hated him. I hated her more. And I hated myself most for needing anything from either of them. But this… this was something I had to do. Aisha wouldn't let anything happen to me, not because she cared, not because I meant anything to her, but because I knew too much. And people like her couldn't afford loose ends. I looked around, letting the envy crawl over my skin like a second layer of flesh. The hallway glittered with quiet opulence. Walls paneled in dark, gleaming wood. Oil paintings of battles and bloodli