Emily
The King’s dark, golden gaze stared deep into my soul, stripping away the last of my pride. My choices were gone. It was either let him drain my veins or watch myself get torn to pieces and eaten alive by the massive monsters surrounding me.
“I will allow you to drain my blood,” I said, trying to make my voice sound steady.
The king froze, and then he burst into a wild, echoing laugh. The sound was crazy and dangerous, bouncing off the high stone walls.
“D... did I say something wrong?” I whispered, shrinking back.
“You still sound so arrogant, even when you are standing at death’s door,” he said, his laughter cutting off instantly. His face went completely blank, staring at me as if I were his worst enemy. One second, he was laughing, and the next, he was looking at me like I w
