-Raven-
I hated this. I hated it so much! I was supposed to take care of him—take care of him! I loathed him, and yet I had to be the one to look after him, to ensure he stayed alive. It burned me with anger, but I had to remember why I was doing this.
As Dimar walked away, I turned to face the prince. His eyes, slightly narrowed, scanned me as if studying every detail. I glared back, and he seemed to notice, meeting my gaze with his deep blue eyes. They were reminiscent of the ocean, and I found that intriguing. No, I told myself—I liked the color, not the fact that they belonged to him.
“What?” I finally asked after we had stared at each other for a while.
“Do you have a knife hidden?” he inquired.
I wanted to laugh mockingly at his question. If anyone here should be on guard, it w
