Chapter 4

Edward's hand was a bloody mess under my heel. He rolled on the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, no trace of his princely charm left.

Victor Blackwood, his father, as well as a duke, was shaking with rage, pointing at me. "You bitch. You're cruel."

I turned to him, my gaze icy, and waved the signet ring right in his face.

"Are you talking about me, Victor?" I said, my voice cold as ice. "I command five hundred thousand Ironridge Battalion soldiers. Crushing his hand? That's nothing. If I wanted, I could tear down your manor with a…