“T-talk to me?” Morielle held the dagger tighter, tensing a little. Her eyes wavered as she met King Raithen’s sultry gaze. “W-what is it, Vacushta?”
Why am I stammering in front of him? Because he’s so close to me now that I can just stab him right now while I have the chance to get away?
The vengeance that gnawed at her at the moment wanted to sneak away from her body and wanted to use the dagger. And yet, there was something that held her back… something that she could not fathom nor could she discern while he was right in front of her. So close to her.
“Tell me why you or your father did not tell me about you…” He paused. His slow gaze dropped to her pinkish red lips that looked so soft and alluring for him.
“A-about me?” she echoed in confusion.
“You saved my life six years ago i
