The King of Alphas
‘I would recommend biting the wolfsbane tablet,’ I whisper into Haze’s head, ‘They have enchanters.
He raises a brow, then the other, grasping my words with a tight fit. His smirk falls. His whole body relaxes.
“I am leaving,” I say to Noah, who despite the striking confession of the prisoner only looks at me as I walk towards the door.
He does not follow me. I feel him walking up to Haze, as I open the door to leave.
There is a soft thud and loud gasps when I shut the door behind me.
Haze is dead.