“Stand.” He ordered, and I was all too willing to comply. I stood, but kept my head down, eyes trained on his black boots. “Look at me.” Another command. Was this some sort of trick? “Look at me, Aurora.” His voice was softer, quieter, and pleading.
My head moved of its own accord, gravitating towards his voice. When our eyes connect red and white and silver, clashing together. I sucked in a breath and braced myself for the worst.
“Are you going to kill me?” I blurt out before he could say anything. “Before you do, I just want to say that Ihadnoideathatyouwerethekingand—”
“I’m not going to kill you…” He cut me off mid-rant. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yet.” Then dread settled into my bones once more.
My eyes bulged out of their sockets. Fear gripped me in its long claws, slithering
