Nora
"Can I put some clothes on first? Giving a speech while wearing nothing feels quite odd," I said.
"I don't have a habit of dressing the dead," he replied coldly. "If you survive, you can put something on. Otherwise, I'll toss you to the wild dogs."
I shuddered at his words. Now I understood why people called him the savage king. He knew I was his mate and didn't give a damn. What a heartless, ruthless man.
“Time’s ticking,” he reminded me with a smirk.
Think Nora. Think about what you could say in five minutes to make him change his mind.
I took a deep breath, leaning slightly forward to emphasize my point. "You haven’t killed me yet, which means something. If you truly wanted to, you'd have done it as soon as you realized I was a stand-in. You need something more than revenge r
