Ruby
When we arrive back at the castle, my sister’s barely alive body is whisked away from me before I have a chance to protest. I’m feeling weak again, and can only reach out for Tamara limply as her hand slips away from mine and the King’s guards take her away on a stretcher.
“Don’t worry,” the King whispers in my ear as he emerges from the car with me still in his arms. “Your sister will be taken care of.” His hot breath tickles my neck and his hands still gently stroke my waist. His touch excites me despite my weakened state.
Still, I cannot help but wonder if the King’s words are true. All my life, I have been taught that the Lycan King is a cold, calculating monster. How can I trust his words of reassurance? He could easily be lying to make me compliant.
But his body
