The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her blood froze in her veins under his slimy caress.
Skye didn’t know what to do. How should she react? Was she allowed to react? The man before her was Hector's brother and the future King.
Hector growled and grabbed Donncha's hand, twisting it hard.
"Did I warn you to let go of her or not?"
Skye watched Donncha's face contort into a grimace of pain as he showed exalted pride and didn't make the slightest sound of pain.
Hector leaned close to his face.
"I swear to God, if you ever consider touching her again, I won't hold myself back," he hissed his warning and continued squeezing his hand. Donncha's face had turned red, being unable to utter a word.
“Stop, Hector! Let him!” Roisin interjected. “Haven’t you realized that Donncha likes
