Chapter 12

His black hair was swept back off his face. But it was the gray eyes, which caught and held her gaze, that made her shiver. There was something… wrong with him. Something terribly twisted inside.

His gaze swept over her and then dismissed her just as quickly. Then, he turned and stormed down the hallway. Without a backward glance or a question of his direction, he just left.

Scales.

Maya jumped from her place against the wall, cursing her right leg for falling asleep underneath her. She shook it out, but that only made it worse. Pins and needles trailed down her leg. She winced with every step.

“Excuse me,” she croaked, finally getting her voice back.

He didn’t slow down or stop or even look back at her.

She gritted her teeth against her dead leg and pushed herself into a half-hobble, half-jog. “Excuse me, Prince Fordham.”

That got his attention. He pivoted with strict military precision and looked at her with those ever-changing eyes.

“Hi,” she said a little breathlessly. “I’m here t