chapter 22

Gannon My temper got the better of me as my fingers grip his shirt, and I slam him against the wall. “Where is my fucking queen?” I scream in his face just as the door flings open, distracting me, only for him to punch me. I grunt before he kicks me, sending me flying backward into the bookshelf. The books rattle, and some fall off the shelves as I lunge at him. Only Damian gets between us and shoves me back. I growl, pointing at him, feral with rage. “You have made a fucking mistake, king or not; I won’t stand by this. Now, where is our queen?” I snarl at him, my voice raising. Damian, caught between us, looks at us both, trying to figure out what was going on. “Will someone tell me what happened and why you just made me put her in the fucking stables?” Damian demands. “You fucking bastard, you fucking promised. She isn’t her mother,” I spit at him. He said he would speak with Damian, but he didn’t. “Who, what in the world happened when you were gone, and who are you talking about?” D