Chapter 97

"I didn't Damian…I swear." She said when the sound of rushing footsteps was heard. A soldier was getting down the stairs with a piece of paper in his hands. It was a letter, written with pretty calligraphic letters. She couldn't read its contents. The soldier immediately took it to the prince. His green eyes scanned it as he read it. When he was done his sorrow had disappeared. His expression was cold, icy the same as the night they had first met. 

"This is a letter. A letter that you wrote to some friend named Erica. You are telling her how you have decided to do it. Kill me." He told her. 

"No! I didn't write this. I swear Damian, please. He is lying." She begged. 

"You are deluding yourself if you think that my brother would listen to someone he barely knows instead of his own family. You filthy traitor." Nacht insulted her. He was the worst. She had never hated someone more in her life.