[13] Xeric

Legions POV

Caleb’s lingering silence to my blatant confession confirmed all that was on my mind. His eyes remained thoughtful as they rested on me. I knew what he was thinking. I could even sense a hint of fear when he uncomfortably shifted under my torturous gaze. It was an action I was used to. With the title of The Dark Prince fear was the only emotion I got.

“Then you mustn’t run,” Caleb began, “ you mustn’t run from her because even if you do I assure you Xeric will soon take charge if you spend too much time away from her. Just incased you haven’t noticed, he’s a hell of a lot possessive” he explained, on hand massaging his thick neck, gulping softly, “ I believe we all know the consequences of leaving Him unsatisfied could be for lack of lighter terms…deadly.” He ended, his gaze point set on me.

 My fists tightened of their own accord at his words, my gaze falling on the table. I could fe