EIRA’S POV
“Prince Kellen, we didn’t realize—“
Kellen tightened the grip on his neck and pressed him against the gate so hard, I could see all the colour disappear from the guard's face. His skin was turning purple, and he was gasping for air.
“Another f*****g word from that filthy mouth of yours,” Kellen growled. “And you’ll be lucky to still have your head intact. If I-“
“Kellen,” I cut in sharply. “Just stop.”
He snapped his head at me instantly, all the rage disappearing as if it was never there. He let go of the guard without looking at him and walked up to me. His hand hovered near my arm.
“Come inside, you’re shaking, and your face is pale,” he said, his eyes filled with care and remorse.
I flinched away from him, my chest tightening. Why was he acting like he cared about me
