RYKER'S POV
Killian grabbed Eric's wrist before the knife could strike me. With a loud hiss, he threw the knife across the room angrily. His eyes were dark with emotions locked into mine as he began to speak.
“Whip him twenty times with a whiplash soaked in silver and deny him food and water till I say so!” Eric declared, ordering his guards before storming out of the cell.
Killian stayed back, his eyes fixed on the retreating figure of Eric before turning to face me. “Do you realize I have control over your life?” he chuckled.
Ignoring his words, I shut my eyes briefly, praying silently to the moon goddess for strength. I wasn’t afraid, I knew it was either they kill me or I kill them, I was more afraid of what they’d do to Ophelia.
Although I was surprised to see Killian and Eric
