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 to die.

was right. Living was worse than death, yet she

back down and stared at Rowena, looking like a bereaved dog.

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

again. Where is Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge?”

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

James frowned.

torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying that she had no idea where the painting was, did it mean she was telling

through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather even said that

She fell incredibly lightheaded but was stuck in consciousness, unable

wounds on her face and arms, tormenting her by keeping her awake

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

tonight,” James

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

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

I d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered

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