* Alpha Daemon *
The moment the words left my mouth, silence filled the carriage again. Princess Arriane stared at me as if she wanted to argue. Fight with me. Hate me for everything that happened to her.
But she was tired out from fear and emotional turmoil since the death of his father. Her pale fingers tightened around the dagger the warrior had given her earlier before she finally looked away toward the window.
"I don't have a choice anyway, do I?" she whispered bitterly.
The sharpness behind those words cut deeper than any blade in my chest. I forced my expression to remain cold.
"No. You don't."
Something flickered across her face at my answer. Hurt and also. Disappointment. Then she masked it quickly and leaned back against the seat.
As I expected, he wouldn't argue anymore.
