Emilia's POV
As soon as those words left his mouth, the tension in the room skyrocketed. It was so thick, it could be cut through by a knife.
“And what do you mean by serve you?" I asked but he just kept looking at me and then suddenly he did it; he bit his lower lips with his teeth and my breath hitch.
There was just something about the way he looked at me, it made every rational thought fly out the window.
It shut that voice in my head that kept telling me he was dangerous.
That he was a beast and I couldn't let my guard down. Because if I did, that meant death.
“Come here," His voice commanded.
I should have refused, especially the fact that he was still covered in blood, but it was like my feet had a mind of its own.
One step became two, just like that, until I was standing i
