My blood ran cold. That voice.. I recognized that voice. It was the same, low and gravelly voice that had greeted Andries in his study. The same voice that belonged to the man that had slaughtered my real parents and ordered the extermination of my people.
Eriq Scélérat. The Mad Dog Emperor.
He looked just as I remembered from the portraits I'd seen in my previous life. The light brown curls swept out of his eyes were a sign of his Démenci origins. And those eyes. They were as cold as the snow around us; an icy blue that pierced through me like the queen's gaze. Like Prince Cade's. They were the eyes of the Démenci. I narrowed my own in response, biting back an insult.
That was when I noticed his sword held to my fiancé's neck.
"Ah, I would watch the disrespect, my dear," E
