Chapter 62

Jean’s POV

“Get your hand off me!” I groaned in pain as Dame tightened his grip on my arm.

I was too slow in moving away from him. One thing that I learned too late knowing Dame was

that he isn’t the nicest person when he is drunk. Especially towards me. We are both in the

hallway where the maids and guards are walking past and he has me handled roughly without

caring about what they might say.

“You are hurting me.” I whimpered. “Can we at least leave here?”

“Of course we should.” He growled, pulling me forcefully towards a room. Dame didn’t give me a

chance to get myself together before pushing me to the floor.

I winced as my body touched the cold floor. The tears filled my eyes. The years I have spent with

Dame are the ones I have been ill-treated the most. I can’t even explain why I keep letting him

get away with everything. Feeling armed, I stood up wiping at the tears angrily.

“You bastard! What did I do to deserve this awful treatment from you? Have you lost your

fucking mind?”