My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
He turned his head slowly, his golden eyes locking onto Valerius with a terrifying, silent question.
"Killian, no! It's a lie!" Valerius shouted, taking a step back, his hands raised in a frantic gesture of innocence. "He's a Master of Whispers! He's trying to divide us!"
"Is he?" Cyprian smiled, revealing rows of needle-like teeth. "Then why did you lead them directly into the Altar of Silence, Valerius? Look down."
I looked down.
The floor beneath our feet wasn't stone. It was a massive, intricate ritual seal carved from obsidian and filled with glowing, liquid silver. And as I watched, the silver began to pulse in sync with my own heartbeat.