My home now?
The words made the hairs on my arms stand up. I’ve been too distracted with the Nightbornes that I’ve forgotten that I was a sacrifice. I wasn’t some visiting traveler but a Sunwalker given up to live here and suffer in whatever way the King sees fit.
I stiffen at the thought. We were still enemies no matter how good he treated me in the last fifteen minutes. I was his prisoner.
Noticing my intense stare, the King’s deep grey eyes flicker to my face. He studies me for a moment.
“After you.” He says pointing to the pathway carved from stone. Roots have managed to wrap itself around the sides.
I force my legs to move forward. What would become of me now? The horrors of what they whisper back home starts to creep up and squeeze at my heart.
Observant eyes watch my inter
