Chapter 72


    Kyson POV


    rice lied to me; she knew where lvy was, but she did not check in like she was supposed to, which


    infuriated me.


    “Where is she?” I snapped at her, and she took a step back from me.


    “Outside helping Peter,” rice told me.


    “I will deal with you when I get back,” I said, turning toward my guards.


    “F*****g find her,” I ordered them, and they took off.


    “She isn’t doing anything wrong, my King; she is only helping clean the graves,” rice said in Ivy’s


    defense. Hearing that only infuriates me further.


    “You let the daughter of their k****r, clean their graves, the disrespect, rice, f*****g think,” I roared at


    her, and she narrowed her eyes at me before pointing an using finger at me.


    “You listen here, Kyson, I have watched you grow, I helped f*****g raise you, you do not speak to me like


    that. That girl is not her mother, and if you are too blind to see it, then you have no right being her mate,”


    she snarled at me. My fist smacked down on the bench, and she jumped before ring at me. This old


    woman was putting her foot out of line if she thought she could speak to me this way.


    “You are a b****y idiot. That girl has suffered enough. Stop punishing her for the crimes of her mother.


    She didn’t k**l ire,” I growled at the mention of my sister’s name, and I felt the urge to shift rush


    through every cell in my body, making my skin vibrate. Turning on my heel, I walked out before l hurt the


    woman. She was right about helping raise me. rice was more my mother than my real one. She did


    most of the raising since mum was always busy being Queen, but that didn’t mean she could tell me


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    Walking outside, my men were all standing at the top of the graveyard. Shoving past them, I growl when I


    don’t see them grabbing her. Searching the rows, I find her at thest one and stop beside her. I growl,


    and she looks up when I notice her hands. Her fingertips were bleeding, and she was covered in mud,


    the heat emanating off her skin I could feel even with the cool breeze.


    Taking the scrub brush from her hands, I snarled, “D**n it, Ivy, look at your hands.”. But she snatched it


    back from me before turning back to the grave. Grabbing the scrubbing brush back, I tossed it in the


    bucket. The water sshed against her, and I noticed a few of the guard’s step closer and I red at


    them, making them take a step back.


    “Kyson!” Damian snarled through the mind-link.


    “Quiet, you don’t interfere when I am dealing with her,” I ordered, ignoring him.


    “You didn’t check-in; rice is now in trouble for covering for you. Why are you out here? You disobeyed


    me,” I snapped at her before bending down and gripping her arms. She turned to d**d weight in my


    hands, so I shook her, her skin so hot it was making me angrier seeing how sunburnt she was.


    “You’re sunburnt; your skin is blistered,” I growled at her. Trying to drag her toward the castle, but she


    started thrashing and managed to yank out of my grip. “Ivy!” I snapped at her disobedience, reaching for


    her, about to toss her over my shoulder. Gannon and Damian moved closer, and I growled at them.


    “I’m not f*****g hurting her, now step back,” I ordered as she grabbed the scrubbing brush before she


    frantically started scrubbing. She hupped a cry, making me look at her.


    “Ivy?” Ivy whispered, and she looked up at me. Her eyes were raw red, her eyes whites now bloodshot,


    and her tear marks etched into her skin like blood staining her hands. However, her following words


    made me realize something was wrong; I should have paid attention to the bond instead of my anger,


    though that was still there simmering in my veins.


    “She k****d them. I loved her, and she k****d them. How could she love me and k**l them?” Ivy cried and


    l looked at the graves before looking back at her. I swallowed down the emotion that tried to choke me


    upon seeing her frantically scrub the skin off her fingers as she tried to clean the tombstone. rice’s


    words came to me.


    “She is not her mother,” rice is right. Her mother never shed tears over the lives she took. Ivy was not


    that sort of monster, and the guilt on her face was proof of that. I didn’t know how to help her. Looking at


    her like this, I could see the error I made. Ivy was as much a victim as the rest of them, only she was a


    living one. She had to live with her mother’s sins.


    Kneeling down beside her, I grab her hands, dropping the scrubbing brush. “You’re not her,”


    “I am, I am. She made me, can’t you see?” Tears burned my eyes at seeing her so distraught and feeling


    helpless.


    “No, you aren’t,” I tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen, rambling about having to take it back, that she


    needed to clean them, they needed to be clean. I looked to Damian, wanting to know what to do, only to


    find him gone before he dropped beside her, trying to get her to go with him. Still, not even then would


    she move intent on cleaning the other 50 or so graves in this row.


    “Get me a rag,” I tell one of the guards.


    “Sorry, my King,” Dustin asked.


    “I said get me a rag,” I told him, taking the scrubbing brush from her fingers again.


    “Stop, I will clean it, stop,” I whisper before sitting in front of the grave. I pull between my legs before


    grabbing the scrubbing brush. That was almost down to the wood that held it together. She had worn the


    bristles down from scrubbing. Ivy tries to take it from me again, and I growl at her before locking my legs


    around her and using the calling to calm her. The moment I do, sheshes out, hitting and wing at me.


    “I’m cleaning it, stop, or I will force you inside”, I warned her, and she stopped when she saw me start


    scrubbing the tombstone. When I look up, I notice all the guards are gone. They all return only with


    buckets and cleaning brushes a few minutester. Dustin hands me a fresh scrubbing brush before


    taking his bucket to another grave when some of the kitchen staff alsoe out with rice, cleaning


    buckets in hand, and I grip Ivy’s chin, forcing her to look at me.


    “See, they will be cleaned,” I tell her, pecking her lips, which were just as blistered as her skin. I turned


    her face to see all the guards and workers that hade to help.


    “They aren’t here for me. They’re here for their Queen,” I whispered to her.


    “Where I should have been,” I tell her grabbing the scrubbing brush. It took an hour for us to finish them,


    but not one stopped until we had cleaned them all.