Chapter 50 James’s roar was like cracking thunder, making Rowena’s ears ring and leaving her in a daze.

All she could do was sob, not knowing how else to respond. After a while, she finally calmed down enough to say something, her face a look of despair. “I don’t know… I really don’t… 1- I think Trent took the painting to the Capital as a gift for someone.”

Slice!

James picked up the switchblade from the bed and swung it at Rowena’s hand, splattering blood everywhere,

Rowena opened her mouth in agony, but no sound came out. Her expression twisted hideously in pain and she trembled.

 

James casually pulled out some silver needles and inserted them into Rowena’s body.

Rowena could not die yet. Not without the painting back in his hands.

Her palm stopped bleeding after the needles were inserted, but the pain was still there.

It was an unbearable kind of pain.

all she wanted

was right. Living was worse than

he said coldly. “I’ll ask you again. Where is Moonlit Flowers on

James frowned.

person would have cracked and told him the truth under such torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation.

through his lineage for countless

trembling, her

stuck in

face and arms, tormenting her by

of him ran deep into her core. She kept

spare you tonight,” James said. “T’ll give you some time. Find out where the painting went. If by the time I come back for you,

grew under him. He had soiled his pants in fright “I- I have nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered before begging for

a word of what happened tonight gets out, well…you know the consequences,” James said coldly, but he knew who deserved his wrath. Charles had done nothing to him.

of the Southern Plains,

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