“Leave, I will discipline her myself…with my own hands…”
The King’s expression instantly became one of satisfaction. “As you wish, son.” Wiping the blood from his knife across my face, he moved away from me and stepped off, but paused not long after, tilting his head, “But where is that woman? Did you kill her?”
My ears perked at that, heartbeats echoing through me as I listened for an answer. Dexter kept his steely eyes on me without speaking and it made me anxious to the point where I felt like I could black out any moment. His next words could either calm my nerves or make me go crazy.
Does he even know just what his silence is doing to me?
“The vampire...” he finally started, his golden eyes still scrutinizing me as if trying to figure me out. What is he thinking?
Moments of ag
