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. 

wanted

Living was worse than death,

stared at Rowena, looking like a bereaved

you’ve suffered is nowhere near enough to

ask you again. Where is Moonlit

I don’t… I don’t know,” Rowena said through chattering teeth, barely

James frowned. 

truth under such torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying

lineage for countless generations. His grandfather even said

fell incredibly lightheaded but was stuck in consciousness, unable to truly

from the wounds on her face and arms,

a demon. The fear she felt of him ran deep into her core. She kept pleading for mercy.

tonight,”

out where the painting went. If by the time I come back for you, you can’t tell me where it is, I’ll

walked over to Charles, dragging the cowering man up. Charles trembled, and a pool of

have nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know

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