Mitch couldn’t understand it.
He was in Linn’s mind. He saw all her thoughts, he felt all her feelings. And still, he could. Not. Get. It. He, at least, had run away frequently…
Suddenly, the King appeared out of thin air, right next to Mitch… but not in the outside world, like before, but in Linn’s mind. If he could do that, then why the heck hadn’t he done that earlier, when Linn had been beaten?
“Because you needed to see it,” the King said simply, his booming, authoritative voice leaving no room for discussion. Then, his gaze trained on Mitch again, and…
Wait.
Was there… sadness in his black-and-red eyes?
“To answer your earlier question,” the King of the Underworld cut through his thoughts. “This girl was imprisoned in a world where her family were jailors and torturers. But, ne
