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Kneel For Me: The Immortal Queen's Shadow

Kneel For Me: The Immortal Queen's Shadow

Author: Alma
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1022    |    Released on: Today at 09:25

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ared directly into the lens of the studio camera, a slow, mocking smile spreading

d a bead of sweat from his forehead. The publicist's hands were shaking. He waved his ar

e lens, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You sit behind your screens, typin

it was a blur of vitriol. Scum. Cancel Aedan. Privileged trash. The hate w

his hand reaching for the power switch on the came

with a brutal backhand. The sound echoed in the qui

e. He looked back at the camera, his middle finger raised

amera onto his shoulder and stepped forward, shoving the le

ated. His eyes went wide with fury. He grabbed the front of the camera

floor. He went down hard, the expensive camera hitting the concrete

eraman's groan of pain. Two production assistants rus

ff, adjusted his jacket, and turned on his heel. He strode towa

wood. He grabbed Aedan's arm, his fingers digging into the expensive fabric. "Are you insane

his chest heaving. "The Marshall family doesn't answer to anyone!" he yelled, spit

Clack

cane striking the floor echoed from

hed, replaced instantly by a flicker of pure, chi

face was a mask of thunder, his wrinkles carved deep wit

s voice booming off the paneled walls.

e he feared, but the cold, clinical lecture that would follow-the freezing of his accounts, the confiscation of his keys, the utter

cane whistling through the air. It missed Aedan's shoulder and smacked again

ling bellowed, his face flushed red with

e. The main hallway was blocked. His only option was the side door, th

aft emanating from it, and saw the heavy bolt on the frame had been sheared clean off, the wood around it splintered as

ust and ancient wood. Aedan's eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness. He c

t!" Sterling's voice e

ng for traction on the slick, polished floor. He glanced back over

edan threw his hands out to break his fall, but his momentum was t

gilded portrait that

med, his hands fl

A deafening crack echoed through the gallery as the ancient wood splintered. The entire portrait shuddered,

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