Chapter 73

• The king of Pres looked down at the dead body of the queen. He felt nothing. No hatred, no anger, nothing. All the things he remembered had wiped out any iota of emotion from him.
• This woman, she had made him an emotionless being.
• He had learned his lesson, and he realized it the hard way. Her face was pale, and her eyes wide in shock even in death. She had a long bloody wound marring her neck, and her blood surrounded her where she lay.