My blood literally feels like it’s on fire. I’ve been angry at this man before, bur never like this. Right now every fiber of my existence wants to leap from the ground and strangle him where he stands.
But he’s Merlin. He could kill me with the flick of his wrist. And even if I managed to get a few good punches in, I’d end up back in that dank, eerie dungeon.
I’m never going back there.
So all I can do is drag myself back up to my feet and give him the most saccharine sweet smile I can.
“Come in,” he says, stepping aside to allow me to enter his chamber.
So many emotions are whirling around inside of me. Fury, pain, sadness… He’s my father and he was willing to throw me in a dungeon… for a test? He wouldn’t believe me unless my claim could be proven.
And yet… I feel excitement to
