"Who?" Nick only had time to ask before he was slashed to the ground.
The sudden rush of air made me choke, and I covered my neck and sat on the floor feebly until a familiar pair of strong hands lifted me from the ground. The smell of liquor surrounded me, and black hair brushed across my face, giving me a warm scent.
"My poor girl, don't be afraid," Kral's hoarse voice rang in my ears. The tears of my face were slowly wiped away, and I saw myself in his eyes. Black Shadows welled up in his golden eyes. At that moment, I heard my own voice choking up and trembling: "Thank... Thank you."
This is the second time he's saved me, I think.
"Your Highness, I hope you understand first come, first served!" A hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the room. Before he can finish his sentence, Nic
