Chapter 13: The Girl Marked for Sacrifice
The knife was already at Elena’s throat when Zevarion realized someone had entered the room.
“Make one move, Your Majesty, and your precious Sovereign dies.”
Elena froze.
A man in royal guard uniform stood behind her, one arm locked around her waist, the other holding a narrow blade against her skin. She hadn't heard him approach. Neither, apparently, had Zevarion.
The king's silver eyes turned murderous.
“Release her.”
“Step away from the door.”
Zevarion didn't move.
The blade pressed harder against Elena's throat. A thin line of blood appeared.
“Did you hear me?”
“Do as he says,” Elena whispered.
Zevarion's gaze snapped to hers. For the first time since she'd met him, his expression revealed something close to panic.
He slowly steppe
