The guards walked behind us through the different rooms and corridors of the castle. Damien's hand held strongly onto mine and I don't blame him for it. He thought I had died and even when he saw me didn't believe I was still alive.
My thumb runs over his knuckles sending sparks throughout my body. It was going to take awhile to get it used to having the same temperature as him. I was so used to the iciness of his touch that having him feel warm against me shocked me. His skin was soft, something I could barely feel when I was human.
"I had redrawn the map of the castle so many times to memorize the best way to reach the king and kill him," Damien says almost laughing.
"And here we are walking through the front door," I add. He grins at me in disbelief before bringing my fingers up to h
