“He’s going to have her killed.”
Allegra stared at Mace, hoping what he said was some kind of sick joke. When his face remained deadpan, she looked at Vladislav for confirmation. As usual, she was unable to read him.
“Vlad?” she asked uncertainly, looking for some kind of reassurance from him. There was none. In fact, if possible, it turned even harder than granite. He no longer looked like the man who had softened towards her in the past few days. Instead, he had taken up the façade of an unmoveable tyrant that he wore when they first had.
He stood up and approached her. When he was less than a foot away, he palmed her cheek and lifted it so they could look into each other’s eyes.
“Perhaps you should go rest. I’m sure your day has been more tiring than most of us.” The King said. Hi
