The King’s Seduction
I demand.
We are so close my breath mingles with his, gazes never shifting. I can feel his muscles tense against me as I keep him pinned to the wall with my knife, my free hand pressed against the icy wall. Glancing down, I watch him swallow, the blade so close to piercing skin to reveal his Summoner blood. Instead of concentrating on the stomach churching thought of his pastel blue blood spilled across the snow, I keep my mind of getting answers from him.
"Akara, I'm alone," he insists, raising his dark brows as he refuses to remove his gaze from mine, the stinging blue so intense it’s dizzying. "You can let me go."