Bitter Surrender

Clara

.“I’m in the Sovereign Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms. “Good girl.” Thorne praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Thorne’s chest,