Melanin’s POV
I was consumed by fear as the guard led me back. The time he had given me to think was over, and I hadn't come up with a plan, but I knew I had to do something to set Malik and the others free.
The guards took me back to the same room where I saw him standing behind the window, his back turned towards me. “So, have you thought of my offer?” he asked, still with his back turned. I glared at him angrily, wishing I could stab him from behind, but I knew that would be a wrong move.
“Speak when I ask you to,” he demanded angrily when he noticed I wasn't responding to his questions. With a gulp, I hesitated before speaking up. “Me,” I announced, and my words made him turn to look at me. “You?” He asked with a scoff, and I nodded, “Yes, me. I'm the king's weakest point,” I stated
