Her head trembled slightly as the metal pressed hard against the back of her head,
“Turn around, slowly.” The voice commanded, her legs felt like led but she forced them to turn slowly, her throat bobbing in a nervous swallow. Turning completely, her eyes caught the dark ones staring back at her.
A man, one she’d never seen before. His head bled softly from a shallow graze just above his brow. He wore a white shirt, the collar open and the fabric clung to his broad shoulders that were almost as tempting as Lucian’s. Small blood splatters painted the cotton fabric like a warning.
His grip on the pistol barely shifted, as he aimed the pistol between her eyes. But Aria remained still, trembling softly.
“I-I’m Lucian’s prisoner,” she mouthed, her eyes gazing down shakily. His gaze narro
