Vincent POV
Myra tried to be brave. She always did. Even now, sitting on the treatment bed with her wolf toy squeezed to her chest, she pressed her trembling lips together taking in the pain.
“It won’t hurt,” the palace physician assured her, opening another set of needles without any hesitation. “Just a little pressure, young miss.”
I hated him already. He was enjoying this, taking it like a show.
Myra’s fingers curled around mine. “Daddy… Do I have to?”
“I’m right here,” I said, steadying my voice. “We’ll try this one more time. Nothing more than that, my sweet child.”
The first needle went in. Myra’s eyes widened, breath catching. The second needle pushed deeper, a little too deep.
She inhaled sharply, a small broken sound. “Daddy… I can’t do it anymore.”
“Stop,” I said, voice l
