Nyx’s POV
God, my pulse was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. Each step up those damn stone stairs felt like wading through mud, his hand wrapped around mine, fingers tangled in a way that was too gentle for someone who’d tried to kill me. His skin was rough—calluses from whatever weapons he wielded, a slight shake he probably thought I wouldn’t notice. Or maybe it was my own hand trembling. Hard to tell anymore.
What the actual hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I’m the Alpha Queen. I don’t do hand-holding. I don’t bring assassins into my private rooms for a chat. I chain them up, break them down, make sure they never get up again. But here I was, letting this guy—the one who’d poisoned my family—walk beside me like we were on a date.
The door to my suite finally appeared, t
