Accidentally Saving the Alpha Prince
she tries again, but I can smell her nervousness, hear the stiffness in her joints, “you won’t hurt me because you’ll be able to tell that I’m your kin.”
I roll my shoulders back, feeling too small, too compressed, too trapped in my own skin.
“What if I’m star-kin but not related to you? Then you’ll be out here with a wolf who has shifted for the first time ever, too far from anyone who can help you before I maul you to death.”
Marion says nothing. I’m noticing that her silence is her most terrifying way to communicate.
Then I remember her knife. The one I brought, the one Sebastian confiscated, then passed over to Marion. The one she sheathed on her weapons belt that still hangs on her hips
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