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… I - 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 was to

was worse than death, yet she

back down and stared at

you’ve suffered is nowhere near enough to atone for your sins,”

ask you again. Where is

know,” Rowena said through chattering teeth, barely able to

James frowned. 

and told him the truth under such torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying that

was his family’s most treasured heirloom. It had been passed down through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather even said that their family could be annihilated, but the painting

She fell incredibly

her face and arms,

was a demon. The fear she felt of him ran deep into her

spare you tonight,”

the time I come back for you, you can’t tell me where

over to Charles, dragging the cowering man up. Charles trembled, and a pool of liquid grew under him. He had soiled his pants in fright

nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know anything!” Charles

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