A Royal Rage

POV: Aeliana

The air in the packhouse lounge didn't just feel heavy; it felt like it had been replaced with lead. My lungs burned with every breath I tried to pull in. Viktor had left a trail of fire in his wake, his parting words acting like a grenade tossed into the center of my life. *Your fuck partner.* The phrase echoed in my skull, stripping away every layer of privacy I had left.

"Out. No