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I squeeze her heart. Maya’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and her body becomes limp. I pull my hand out, blood dripping across the floor. Maya hits the floor, and I step over her body and move up the stairs when Alad declares he has the contract ready. Then he takes in the blood soaking across my hand and sighs. “What did she say?”

“She put out a hit on my hunt,” I say. “I want you to find every hitman in the Fountain of Silver and pay them triple what Maya offered for hunting down Pandora.”

Alad smiles. “Of course.”

“Don’t get too excited. I want her dead, but by my hands alone. That’s all.”

“It is still a step.”

I grunt my response, turn away from him, and head out the door. “Also, hire a new team to care for the children here.”

“I’ve already hired them.”

I eye him and turn away. “You knew I would kill her, didn’t you?”

Alad beams, “I am always prepared for the worst.”

We leave the orphanage.

Astin stands before the car, arms folded across his chest, looking at it with pure frustration. When I round the other side of the vehicle, I notice the flat tyre. Not only that, but Astin hands me his wallet as he tells me that the culprit took his money.

I twitch a smile, and a bubble of laughter builds until I breathe out a laugh.

This girl…this unawakened brat has an attitude. She could have fled. Sure, she could slash the tyres to delay us, but then she should open the fucking door and steal the money. Pandora’s making a statement and hunting her fills me with utter excitement at the thought of my hands around her throat.

I was right to set my sights on her. She makes it hard not to when she’s pulling stunts like this.

Pandora Hart. You’re genuinely my greatest hunt.

Chapter 32

PANDORA HART, JULY 14TH

Pandora Hart, July 14th

The handle on the door rattles. I flinch at the sound before moving the dagger closer to me while I eye the door. Muffled voices, indescribable to my ears, call from outside before the latch locking the door clicks. The door opens and then closes after they enter.

I shrink lower behind the boxes, and my hitched breaths continue even as Prince Reen moves past the closet and opens the door to the bathroom. When he’s out of sight, he mutters a hint of a complaint and returns.

Many thoughts swarm when he stands in front of the closet and grabs the handles. Do I pounce out from undercover with the dagger and hope to sink it into his neck before he sees me coming? I can also wave the white flag in a “please don’t kill me” way.

But before I ponder it, Prince Reen thrusts the doors open. His hair clings to his face, sipping wet. Red eyes glaze over the boxes before he opens the dresser and takes out a bath towel. My shoulders ease when he closes the door and enters the bathroom again.

What the fuck should I do? Are we already moving? I don’t know if we’re still docked within the Kingdom of Storm or in the open sea! If I could move the boxes and peek between the gaps, I could see the window to confirm. But it’s too risky. There’s a chance he might leave the bathroom door and see me fucking hanging out like a snake.

No. I can’t do anything now, especially when he’s around.

The door opens twenty minutes later. My eyes widen, and my mouth drops to the floor when he moves across the opening naked. Steam clings to his shoulders, as well as his tight, contracting muscles covered with old scars. He wears a pendant with the five elemental-coloured symbols on it.

Then, daringly—I mean, who fucking wouldn’t—my focus falls between his legs. Flush, burning with intense heat, scorches my cheeks at the size of his dick. It’s as long as my forearm on a fucking floppy. He must be breaking vaginas with fucking ease with that thing!

The fuck.

Some girls at the academy used to talk about which prince had the biggest dick. Most agreed that Prince Emmerton had the smallest, but they said he must know how to use it, giving him a few brownie points. Prince Walkyer’s is more or less above average, but likely doesn’t know how to use it.

Come to think of it, they spoke more about Prince Emmerton. Prince Reen was never brought up because they didn’t seem to care for him. But I see it, and it’s packing more than above average. It’s unrealistically huge, and…

I’m a fucking pervert, aren’t I?