LEAH
"Where are we going?" I asked, my eyes glued to the bustling road ahead. The sidewalks were packed with people—laughing, shouting, rushing—all of it a blur of noise and motion.
"Sit still, Leah," Damian muttered, his voice low and sharp, the kind of tone that made my skin prickle. "And stop talking so much."
I huffed quietly, shifting in my seat as I stared out the window. "It was a simple question," I mumbled under my breath, though I made sure it was just low enough that he couldn’t hear—or at least pretend not to. My tongue was itching to fire off something snarkier, but I bit down on it. Picking a fight with Damian wasn’t exactly high on my to-do list; this egoistic ruler had a lot of personalities, and I would rather not mess with any in the slightest.
He didn’t even glance a
