Arianna’s breath hitched, shock clear in her silver eyes as they stared down at the male whose arms were wrapped possessively around her waist.
His words echoed in her mind, making her heart hammer hard in her chest.
Treasure. He called her treasure.
A light giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it, her fingers threading through the king's long, dark hair.
“Alright, my king,” she whispered.
Duncan glanced at the male kneeling with ragged breaths. “You are not to look away, Kael. Do you understand?”
Kael was on the brink of tears. He couldn't feel any of his limbs. Each breath was like a stab to his lungs. Everything hurt. So much.
He had thought escaping the Silver Inferno would be a break from the torture—something he had craved for the past two to three days.
But at this
