Irina’s POV
I swallowed the instinctive shudder crawling up my spine and forced my shoulders to relax against the cold stone.
Fear is what he wants.
I may not understand what he is blabbering about, but one thing is for sure. I won’t make it out of this place alive. I need to find a way to get out, and one thing I’ve learned from dealing with cocky Alphas is that you need to hurt their pride.
So I smiled.
“Wow,” I said lightly, voice echoing in the chamber despite the tightness in my throat. “Threats whispered from behind? Very original. Let me guess—you practiced that in a mirror.”
The warmth vanished instantly.
Hit confirmed.
He moved away, footsteps circling again, slow and deliberate.
“What?” I added innocently when he didn’t answer, fluttering my lashes toward the darkness
