Emira trailed after Prince Kael with her head bowed low. There were two reasons for that.
The first was simple-she did not dare to raise her eyes and truly look at what was placed in the long, shadowed hallways. Prince Kael's sense of interior decoration, was something she preferred to know as little as possible. She'd already seen too much in the living room to last her a lifetime. He had a really strange hobby.
The second reason was far more personal than the first on. She was genuinely afraid of him. After the way he had just tightened his hand around her throat just now, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling when she had not even provoked him... she knew she had every reason to keep her gaze lowered. That was the only way she would survive her mission.
Because of the last few days and under the tempting offer Prince Zen had laid before her, she had allowed herself to forget just how terrifying she had thought he was, the first time she had seen him.
