Serene's Pov
His eyes hadn't changed. They held the same cruelty and hardness I remembered — like shards of ice.
He smiled at me from the distance — a smile that I had seen countless times in my nightmares, a smile that said he was ready to hurt, ready to kill. A smile that promised pain and delivered it without remorse.
My heart thumped in fear, despite the fact that Agnar and his men were right beside me and that I was a good distance away from him.
From the distance, he lifted his hand slowly, figures curling in a beckoning motion. His smile widened, wild and manic.
But it was Agnar who stepped forward, his steps unhurried and delibrate with the calmness of a man who'd face death and dared it to blink first.
“Hello, Roman,” he said, his voice steady but laced with steel and a tig
