Ariana's body shivered, and what made it worse was that this was the first time he had ever acted this way toward her. She had never seen this side of him before. As she tried to stand, her limbs moved stiffly, her mind reeling—she had been wrong to think she knew him.
She didn't. Not even close. If anything, this was merely the tip of the iceberg, and he had just given her a terrifying glimpse beneath the surface.
The moment she rose to leave, Zavren's hand clamped around her waist, forcing her back down with calculated ease. His expression had darkened now, a shadow of menace in his eyes.
"That," he said slowly, his voice low and unforgiving, "was just a little advice—from me to you."
L… Little advice.
Ariana's breath came out in a trembling gasp, fear clawing its way up her throat. Advice? He called that little? Oh, God.
