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

worse than death, yet she was unable to

a bereaved dog. “This pain you’ve suffered is nowhere near enough to atone for your sins,” he said coldly. “I’ll ask

James frowned.

need for self-preservation.

down through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather even said that their family could be

trembling, her

lightheaded but was stuck in consciousness, unable to truly

emanated from the wounds on her face

him ran deep

James said. “T’ll give you some time. Find out where the painting went. If by the time I come back for you, you can’t tell me

him. He had soiled his

didn’t hear anything. If even 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. He was not going to kill him. James

don’t mind telling you. I’m the Black Dragon of the Southern Plains, commander of the Black Dragon Army. Forget Trent Xavier, I can even kill the

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