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

than death, yet

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

James frowned.

torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying that she had no idea where the painting was, did it mean she was telling

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

still trembling, her teeth

lightheaded but was stuck in

her face and arms, tormenting her by

she felt of him ran deep into her core.

If by the time I come back for you, you can’t tell me where it is, I’ll show you true

under him. He had soiled his pants in fright “I- I have nothing

happened tonight gets out, well…you know the consequences,” James said coldly, but he knew who deserved his

Black Dragon of the Southern Plains, commander of the Black Dragon Army.

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