Just as Emira was about to escape, Zen caught her wrist. Emira stiffened as she realised that something was very wrong. The man seemed to be furious... And not just about Lyra trying to attack her. Her instincts had been screaming at her to escape... It was why she had hurriedly said goodbye to...
Emira stiffened.. She'd addressed him as 'your highness'. He couldn't have heard that right?
She tried to free her hand but his grip was strong and unyielding, making her stumble back a step.
Before she could think of some other way of pulling away, he tugged her sharply that she lost her balance and fell face first into his chest. The movement knocked the breath from her lungs. His other hand came up, and cupped her neck, making her look up at him.
She blinked. His eyes looked thunderous. Grey and yet dark. As if his wolf was just below the surface. And then he spoke in a rough voice that sent shivers down her spine, "What did I tell you about calling me 'Your Highness'?"
