Prince Damian kept his eyes on me, smiling like he had figured something out; something none of the other soldiers or even me could understand. He leaned back into his seat's backrest, placed his right palm on his face, and let out a soft laugh. His laugh was terrifying to say the least. Nervous, I gulped and took a stepped back.
"Rowan, Rowan, Rowan, you've gone and done it again. And this time it wasn't even a soldier," Damian uttered, and now I was very confused. Why was he suddenly calling his brother's name? and what in the goddess's name was he talking about? I looked left and right and found that all the other soldiers including Moriah were just as confused as I was.
Damian suddenly stretched out his palm. "Hand me a knife," he demanded, and my heart sank. My heart started t
