ALLISON
“I warned everyone to steer clear of this place, did I not?”
The Royal’s deep voice was heavy with authority, his hand resting casually on Alistair’s throat. He didn’t yell. In fact, his tone was dangerously quiet, almost gentle, and that was what made it so terrifying. Despite the lack of volume, I could feel the fury radiating off him in waves. It was a cold pressure that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, even though I wasn’t the target.
I could only imagine what Alistair was feeling.
The vampire struggled, clawing at the Royal’s wrist in a desperate attempt to free himself. It was a pathetic, futile effort. He was an insect fighting a god.
“You did, Lord Elias,” Alistair croaked through constricted vocal cords, his eyes bulging as he fought for air.
“Yet you
