Amelia didn’t know what to think of Liam. He was much too cool, much too aloof, much too calm, and much too sweet to be a demon king. Was that just the way he was? Or was it the way he was with her in particular?
She shook her head negatively, trying to shake off the disturbing thoughts.
“I’d be better off trying to think of a way to escape,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity.
“Escape where, little human?” Crimson eyes flashed in the darkness, and a strangled shout escaped her.
These are not Liam’s eyes, nor Arthur’s, was the sole thought that went through Amelia’s fogged mind. Hell, it’s not a man’s voice to begin with.
The woman, whom she could now recognize as Lady Annalyse, brought her finger up to Amelia’s face and trailed it down her chee
