I blink at him, wondering if he is about to toss me out the open window behind him that is letting in the icy breeze that moves the curtains. My eyes dart to it, and I swallow before glancing at the King. He looks over his shoulder at what I’m staring at and I swallow hard.
“Unless you’re a bird and have wings, I wouldn’t recommend it,” he states, shaking his head before walking.
He places me on the edge of his bed and grabs my ankle. He twists it and I hiss. “Sorry,” he mutters, and my eyes move to his.
Gnash comes over, staring up at him, almost looking expectantly at him, and Regan sighs. “I am, so stop looking at me like that!” Regan clicks his tongue.
“I believe this is three favors you owe me now!” Regan tells me. He lifts an eyebrow waiting for my response.
“In that case, I wou
