Edward was beside her as he gripped my arm. We strode down the corridors, up flights of stairs and around and around until I almost felt dizzy.
We entered a particularly long hallway, it was silent and only our loud footsteps are heard. Though Edward is wearing a hood concealing his features still it can’t deny the fact that he is fit and tall, a warrior that any wolf should fear. His hood was a tactic to hide his identity that only his assassins and the king should know. No one would ever think that the noble Lord Edward was a murderer, hired by the royals.
His head shifted in my direction and I flashed him a grin. He looked forward again, his iron grip tightening a silent warning that tells me to behave. It was flattering, she supposed, even if I didn’t know what might happen outside t
