Damian blew off the candlelight and Anna's throat dried in the darkness.
“Cat got your tongue, Anna?” he said her name and lit back the candle with a matchstick.
“How do you know my name?” she asked, her brows pulling closely to a frown.
He moved away from her and she followed him. She wanted answers. She watched him light another two candles on a wooden table and the entire room became very illuminated revealing every nook and cranny in the room, every property, herself, and the long-haired Prince whose composure was almost the same as Prince Eric, except he was unshaved and taller. For the first time, Anna studied the room.
It was quite a spacious room. A closet by a corner and another door she suspected must be a bathroom. Towards the ceiling, the room had holes in the walls with n
