Evelyn
Upon my eyes opening, the first thing I see is the canopy over the bed. Sitting up, I hear growling making my head snap toward the chair by the door. Thaddeus’s hypnotic green eyes stare back at me, his glare chills me to the bone making me want to shrink under his intense gaze. His hands clenched so tight I can see his knuckles pressed tightly against his skin. I gulp before forcing myself to look away, terror running through me.
Now I utterly understand what it means to be scared of the Dark King. His anger fills the room like a thick cloud, making it hard to breathe. My skin feels like it is crawling, making me itchy as he stands making me jump off the bed and move toward the window.
It is a high drop. I would rather that than his wrath. My hands shaking as I gripped the windo
