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    The anger in Antoni’s eyes red, and for a moment, he seemed lost for words.


    I wasn’t about to let him off the hook. I pressed on, my voice sharp as a de. “Antoni, let me ask you this—if Molly was so happy with you, why couldn’t she fight back when Kristina tormented her? Why did she have to stoop so low just to get into the pce, to try to be a sex ve? Don’t you think she was trying to escape from you, too?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Shut your mouth! Shut up! Just shut up!” Antoni’s face was ashen, his eyes zing with fury as he screamed at me, his voice cracking with anger. “This is all your fault! You killed Molly! If it weren’t for you, Molly would have had the baby by now! She wouldn’t have ended up like this!”


    His words, dripping with venom and entirely without merit, elicited a cold, bitingugh from me. “Antoni, you’re the one truly responsible for Molly’s death. If it weren’t for your neglect, your failure to protect her, she wouldn’t have ended up in this hellhole of a pce as a sex ve, nor would she have been sentenced to death.”


    My words were like a dagger to Antoni, piercing straight through his chest. He swayed on his feet, his face draining of color, his mind unraveling as he muttered over and over, “Could it really be my fault? No… no, it can’t be… How could it be my fault…”


    I saw the agony in his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, a twisted satisfaction coursed through me.


    I shot him a contemptuous look before turning to leave, but just as I took a step, a sharp, searing pain jolted through my wrist.


    All of a sudden, Antoni’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist with a force so tight it felt like he was trying to snap it in two.


    Caught off guard, I stumbled and nearly crashed to the ground.


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    “Ah!” The cry slipped from my lips before I could stop it, and I yanked at my wrist. “Let go of me!”


    But Antoni’s grip was like iron, unyielding, as if he wanted to squeeze the life out of me.


    His eyes, bloodshot and wild, burned with fury as he red at me, his teeth clenched in a growl. “Makenna! You deserve to die! Go to hell! If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened! Molly wouldn’t be dead!”


    His words came out like venom,pletely irrational, and the ferocity of his re chilled me to the bone.


    I struggled fiercely, desperate to break free.


    “Antoni! You’ve lost your mind! The king and the princes are right over there! If they see this, you’re finished! Let go of me!” I shouted, my heart pounding in panic.


    But Antoni didn’t hear me—or perhaps he didn’t care. His eyes stayed locked on mine as though he wished to burn me alive.


    His grip tightened even more, and the pain in my wrist made me gasp for air.


    I fought with all the strength I had, but it was like trying to break free from stone; his hand didn’t budge.


    Then, out of nowhere, a small pebble whizzed through the air, striking the back of Antoni’s hand with a sharp crack.


    “Ah!” Antoni yelped in pain, his hand flying off my wrist as he turned in a frenzy, his face twisted with rage. “Who the hell did that? Come out now!” he roared, his voice cracking with fury.


    At that moment, a servant, hunched over with fear, crept forward.


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