I walked back through the palace corridors like a ghost. Like the ground itself was made of larva.
Have you ever been confronted with your worst insecurities by someone so powerful that you had no choice but to believe it?
I believed it. I believed Jarvis Kinney.
And just like that, the Bright colors in my life faded and sounds muffled.
Hope...went away.
I kept walking.
People were still there. Still whispering. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now except Jarvis Kinney's word. His soul breaking words that were branded in my soul.
The shame that clung to me like second skin. I haven't been hurt like this since Ryder's rejection. Even Michael didn't hurt me as much.
I found Jack in his study. He was pacing, tension radiating off him like heat. He must have been told that I went to see his father.
He stopped dead when he saw me. His eyes scanned my face taking in details that was there – the tear tracks, the redness, the utter devastation I couldn't hide.
