Elena’s POV
King Harvey nods at my words but says nothing.
My heart freezes. Unable to breathe, I shut my eyes. To say I am surprised is an understatement, my knees are weak and almost buckle.
King Harvey takes a long look at me then silently opens the door to my room, ushers me in and closes it. Throwing myself on my bed, I find myself unable to cry. I bury my face in my pillows and have no courage to scream.
King Harvey is aloof. Why would he care what a weak human pleads of him.
I close my eyes against the fear surging through my body. I am going to be sick if I keep replaying my morning over in my head. I take a sip of the lukewarm water left for me at my bedside.
My stomach lurches at the water slipping down my throat and I rush off to the bathroom to puke.
What a beautiful mat
