“YOU BETTER explain now before my palm is printed so deep into your skin, it will scar you, mark you, and you will never be able to forget this memory. For the rest of your eternal life.” Rhys growled in front of my eyes. His breath came in shallows, holding back the rage, and probably the utter humiliation for being so openly wounded in front of his people. No one would be stupid enough to do that.
No one.
Not one single person, except maybe me.
You’re the only one who could hurt me, Golden, he said. And I shivered under the intense gaze of his eyes. The promise glimmered at the edge of those darkening pupils. Hints of crimson blood swam behind his irises. I knew I did not have much time, but my tongue was tied, and the bravado of a dead man that once filled me with idiotic determinati
