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 was

death, yet she was unable

down and stared at Rowena, looking

nowhere near enough to atone

is Moonlit

Rowena said through chattering teeth, barely

James frowned.

and told him the truth under such torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying that she had no idea where the painting was, did it

most treasured heirloom. It had been passed down through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather

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

from the wounds on her face and arms, tormenting her

fear she felt of him ran deep into her core. She kept pleading

tonight,” James said.

time. Find out where the painting went. If by the time I come back for you, you can’t tell

up. Charles trembled, and a pool of liquid grew under him. He had soiled his pants

nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered before begging for mercy.

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