Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Someone’s Projecting, Your Highness

Dungeons were dark, cold, and scary as hell. Most people stayed the fuck out for good reason. A princess in her right mind definitely wouldn’t make a special trip down there for the brother who whipped her the night before.

The guard posts were empty. Abandoned mid-shift. Whoever had been down here heard the chaos above and decided babysitting a dungeon wasn’t worth the hazard pay.

"C-Cassian?" Her stutter punched in like it never left.

She walked down the dark corridor of cells that smelled like isolation with a side of talking to yourself.

"C-Cas-Cas—"

She cut herself off. Motherfucker. Reset. Took a breath.

"Cassian?" There it was.

Just kidding.

A blood-streaked hand shot through the bars and seized her wrist.

"HELP ME. THEY’RE EATING US FROM THE INSIDE OUT. I CAN FEEL THEM MOVING UNDER MY SKIN. LET US OUT. LET US OUT BEFORE THEY FINISH."

Guinevere screamed and wrenched her arm free.

A second figure in the cell launched across the bars at her. "We already told them you were coming. They want your blood!"

She stumbled away from him, and her back hit the iron bars on the opposite side.

Two hands closed around her neck from behind. A second scream came from her mouth automatically. Her heart was jackhammering, her lungs were not filling, and the panic was way too high for a barred-cell scenario. The strangler behind her was the wildcard.

"Hello, little sister."

Her brain helpfully supplied the single most useless thought possible: That is Cassian.

A prisoner across the way raised a hand like he was in class. "Not to interrupt the murder, but some of us have bets going. Before you finish the job. Why is the princess in the dungeon?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE ENTERTAINMENT TO YOU?" Cassian barked.

There was a brief pause, then, from three cells down, "Yes, you do. Don’t sell yourself short. Honestly, you’ve got natural stage presence."

Cassian ignored him with the discipline of a man who could only murder one person at a time and had already chosen.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn’t SNAP YOUR NECK."

She swallowed against his fingers. "B-because I came down here to let you out. We are under siege and low on weapons. Father’s vault."

The grip on her throat tightened by a degree that communicated exactly how much control he was choosing to exercise and how little it would take for him to choose differently.

"No."

There it was. Cassian being Cassian.

Her vision was spotting at the edges, not just from the lack of air, but also from the fear in her chest. The fear she refused to let win when it came to Cassian.

The prisoners across the hall were both watching, confused, as if THIS were the oddest thing they’d ever seen in a goddamn prison.

"Someone’s projecting."

Cassian’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the man. "Say that again. I dare you."

"Classic displacement aggression. He’s not angry at her. He’s angry at the situation and she’s the nearest available target. Textbook."

"SHUT UP."

"Denial. Also textbook. He’s killing her because he cannot express emotional vulnerability."

"YOU. You literally just told her they were eating you from the inside out. YOU grabbed her wrist. And NOW you’re her advocate? NOW you’re concerned for her wellbeing?"

"In fairness, we were bored."

"BORED. You terrorized a princess because you were BORED."

"There’s no natural light down here. We take what we can get, young man."

A slow chant started from the far cell. "Let her go. Let her go. Let her go." It picked up. Two cells joined. Then four.

Cassian’s grip didn’t loosen. "I said SHUT UP."

Guinevere’s brain started working again. She went limp. Full dead weight. Zero warning. Her head lolled. Cassian let go of her like he’d been burned.

She fell against the bars, then slid down, before hitting the dungeon floor.

"FUCK. Guinevere." Cassian’s voice cracked.

"Oh, he’s panicking."

"Love this for us."

"BOO."

"BOOOOO."

"BOO THIS MAN."

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