The King’s Seduction
Where he got them from, I’m not sure, but I also can’t think of a reason to care right now.
He approaches me, kneeling down at my side. “Come here...You’re bleeding through your shirt.”
I look up, and for a moment, his frosty blue irises and silvery mark make the pain seem less severe. “You had keys all along?”
“I’m no fool Akara,” he shakes his head. I figured he wouldn’t have allowed himself to get caught without having another plan in mind. He gently touches my arm, seeking permission. When I don’t protest, he lifts my arm with heart-breaking tenderness, examining the blood. “What happened here?”