Alina's POV The black carriage rolled through the gates and came to a stop. And it was bigger and heavier than anything I had ever seen before. When the doors of the carriage opened, out stepped the two identical kings, tall and well built, both dark-haired, pale-eyed, and made them seem even more eerie. Their presence sucked air out of the entire courtyard. One bore an expression that was cold, unreadable, while the other had a faintly amused look, as though this whole visit had something of a view to it. For a moment, their eyes moved over the pack grounds. Then they landed on me. My stomach dropped out by that, and I thought my knees might buckle. One of them, the oldest, I presumed, spoke to Damon. "Is that her?" His voice was deep, steady, and had not a hint of warmth. Damon straightened himself up, quickly regaining his confidence. "Yes, Your Majesties. This is the girl I promised." The younger king spent more time on me, narrowing his eyes before he said, "She's small.
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