Elena’s POV
King Harvey stands in front of me tall, proud and with firm feet. To protect me. His stance remains open and wide, like when he was teaching me boxing. His right foot is in front of his left.
“Sneaking up on innocent unsuspecting people? Jane, is this what you have learned in your battling class?” King Harvey’s voice remains strong and cold. I know his eyes match. I personally know what his protective gaze looks like.
Jane stammers for a moment, sweat breaking out in her face with wide eyes.
I smile at her fear, enjoying that she is aware of her mortality, as am I, 24/7.
“King Harvey.” Jane greets with a low bow and falls to her knees. “Please, please, forgive my foolishness. Leave my father out of it. I just wanted to test my strength. I would never hurt Elena.”
A knife
