Hazel’s POV
My palm stung from the slap, but the sound of it cracking across his face was the most satisfying thing I’d felt all day since waking up in this life.
His head snapped to the side. For one perfect second, the mighty King looked stunned—like he honestly couldn’t believe someone had dared.
Then his expression twisted—rage, confusion, something dark—and he lunged again.
Absolutely not.
Before he could even blink, my knee shot up with perfect, furious accuracy.
My foot connected with his balls.
Hard.
The sound he made—dear God. It was half-gasp, half-death rattle. His entire body folded, and he dropped to the side of the bed like a fallen tree, clutching himself as a deep groan tore out of his throat.
Good.
Serves him right.
I scrambled backward, yanking the thick blanke
