Back The Rite Trilogy: A Sovereign Sons Novel
Chapters (104)
  1. Cover
  2. His Rule
  3. About This Book
  4. Mercedes
  5. Judge
  6. Judge
  7. Mercedes
  8. Mercedes
  9. Judge
  10. Judge
  11. Mercedes
  12. Judge
  13. Judge
  14. Mercedes
  15. Mercedes
  16. Judge
  17. Judge
  18. Judge
  19. Mercedes
  20. Mercedes
  21. Judge
  22. Judge
  23. Mercedes
  24. Mercedes
  25. Judge
  26. Judge
  27. Judge
  28. Mercedes
  29. Mercedes
  30. Judge
  31. Judge
  32. Mercedes
  33. Mercedes
  34. Judge
  35. Judge
  36. Judge
  37. Mercedes
  38. Her Rebellion
  39. About This Book
  40. Judge
  41. Mercedes
  42. Judge
  43. Judge
  44. Mercedes
  45. Mercedes
  46. Judge
  47. Mercedes
  48. Judge
  49. Judge
  50. Mercedes
  51. Mercedes
  52. Judge
  53. Judge
  54. Mercedes
  55. Mercedes
  56. Judge
  57. Judge
  58. Mercedes
  59. Mercedes
  60. Judge
  61. Judge
  62. Mercedes
  63. Judge
  64. Mercedes
  65. Judge
  66. Judge
  67. Their Reign
  68. About This Book
  69. Judge
  70. Mercedes
  71. Mercedes
  72. Judge
  73. Judge
  74. Judge
  75. Mercedes
  76. Mercedes
  77. Judge
  78. Judge
  79. Mercedes
  80. Judge
  81. Judge
  82. Mercedes
  83. Mercedes
  84. Judge
  85. Judge
  86. Judge
  87. Mercedes
  88. Mercedes
  89. Judge
  90. Santiago
  91. Judge
  92. Judge
  93. Mercedes
  94. Mercedes
  95. Judge
  96. Judge
  97. Judge
  98. Epilogue
  99. What to read next
  100. Thank you
  101. Also by A. Zavarelli
  102. Also by Natasha Knight
  103. About Natasha Knight
  104. About A. Zavarelli

“That is my promise.” I close my eyes on a whisper, letting a solitary tear fall before I walk to the toilet, dump the pill into the bowl, and flush it away.

It’s a promise I refuse to break.

16

Mercedes

In the aftermath of our fight, days pass, eventually turning into weeks. During that time, Judge and I revert to what we know best. He loses himself in his work and whatever else he’s been hiding from me. At night, he sneaks into the bedroom once he thinks I’m asleep to lay on his side and leave before I wake. There have been several times when I felt him turn toward me, his hand hovering just above my arm or hip. Once, he even brushed the hair back from my face. But he hasn’t taken it further, and I suspect he may actually hold himself to it this time. It’s a gut-wrenching realization, but at the same time, I know we’re both too stubborn to give in.

He hasn’t outright told me what the rules are or why guards are hovering about the property outside, but instead uses them as his carrier pigeons, delivering grunted messages that I’m not allowed out. I’m imprisoned again for reasons he doesn’t think I need to know, and my only contact with the outside world is the phone he gave me, which I’m fairly certain is linked to his. I don’t doubt he can see everything on it, so I have to be careful what I say or do, but I know with every passing day, it’s time to seriously consider my options.

The first and most viable option is to approach my brother, but right now that’s not even possible with the current circumstances. I’ve been texting him occasionally for reports on Ivy and the baby, and he’s given me terse replies. At least, that was until last week, when he sent me a message to inform me the baby had been born healthy, and she was being well cared for. It was a happy and sad moment as I stared at the first photo of my niece from a screen. But the news wasn’t all good because when I asked, there was still no improvement with Ivy. I didn’t have to hear Santiago’s voice to feel his heartbreak. What started as a war had evolved to something else, and in my present circumstances, I can finally understand that.