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