ANNATORIA
Half of me was mesmerised by the presence of the sword, the other half was frightened. I couldn’t help but feel that it would draw closer and claim my blood next.
“Stay still,” the Lycan grunted and my eyes travelled to him. “Not now.”
His back was facing me, surprisingly. With vicious motions, he shook his lustrous hair, muttering and repeating the words he just spoke as if he were the only one in the room.
Then, seconds later, he turned, his sky-blue eyes blinking with ease. At the same time, his lips moved without a smile wrinkling them as he said, “This must be a sign to move you to my chambers.”
“Uh…” My hands wrapped around the iron behind me, and I swallowed the fright fighting to take over my soul.
“You should get cleaned up,” his deep voice continued, his words s
