CHAPTER 9~ A FIGHT FOR HER

Marlie’s steps took her up the stairs; slow and cautious. Her hands were sweating by her sides, her lips pursed in worry. Zhander would kill her if he found her now, he had specifically told her not to leave his side.

So why in heaven’s name was she here?

Sighing, she walked up the last step, seeing nothing but a balcony barred off by railings. The black jacket she had tailed had somehow vanished, had she just imagined it? Was she following someone that wasn’t even rea~?

Marlie gasped when an arm slithered around her waist, pulling her to the balcony that reigned mightily above the land. Her back was pressed against the wall and dark obsidian eyes hovered over her, staring so deep into her blue ones.

“Who are you?” His face was a replica of Zhander’s and yet his voice wasn’t. It wasn’t as deep, wasn’t as scary, it was soft…gentle, and perhaps that’s why Marlie felt the need to answer. “A-A slave.”

“Not that…I mean your name, what is your name?”

“It’s Marlie.” His eyes, why were th