He takes a long, bated breath. As if he knows the next words that are coming out of his mouth are going to change me forever.

“I did what you wanted, K. Now where is my sister?”

“Well, unfortunately, she’s dead.” The words punch me directly in the gut and I stumble backward. This time it’s different because I know. Why would he tell me she’s dead if he could continue using her being alive against me if she was?

“What?” My lip curls upward and I feel my blood rush through my veins. I want to kill him. No, I would kill him. Just for fun, but my prized kill will be going to Skully. “Where the fuck is your brother?”

“Unfortunately, you were too late, Wicked.” He steps into my space and I launch forward, my hand flying to his throat. Two of the guards that are standing beside him shove me backward. On a normal day, I’d be able to fight them all off, but I’m weak. He knew what he was doing putting us in here. He knew not to feed us so that we stayed this way. Dormant and useless.

“Too late for what?” I roar, and K Diamond flicks his finger over my shoulder, waving the others out.

One of the guards has his hands around one side, and the other around my other.

“Your test was to get out, but you didn’t do that. You gave up. Weak.” The guards push me back into the igloo, slamming the glass door closed and locking it again.

Royce’s eyes come to mine, and his fingers go to both of his eyes and then to me. I’ve got you is what they say.

I shake my head, defeat racking through my body. Anger vibrates through me, but I can’t find the energy to fight back. When they’re all turned and making their way out of the clearing, I pick up the razor beside me, falling to the ground.

Tearing off my shirt, I toss it to the ground and bring the razor to my chest. Sinking it into my skin, I carve the words the last petal fell. My hands fall to the side, my eyes closing as my chest tightens and my throat closes.

Whatever gas he’s releasing into the den this time, I hope it takes me. I don’t want to wake up. Not now, not ever.

Two pointed bunny ears look down on me, covering eyes so fucking green they remind me of the ocean. She has soft lips, not quite as big as Ruby’s but big enough, and wears a tiny little bra and panties. I go to press up from the floor, only my hand collides with a mattress.

I’m in bed. She moved me.