Panic gripped Bella's mind like a vice. Trouble had followed her all her life that even Ariel often joked she was cursed, attracting chaos without trying. But this? The Queen summoning her? It was a nightmare she couldn't escape.
Bella's struggles were futile, and Rueben's expression, his face pale but twisted with sadistic satisfaction, only deepened her dread, his face seemed telling of her soon to be demise, as if telling her that she was about to be fed to the lion's mouths. His eyes gleaming with malice as though he could already taste his revenge.
"Drag her," Rueben ordered, one eyebrow arched cruelly. He would have preferred to deal with Bella himself, to drain her of every last drop of blood for daring to wound him. A mere human pet like her, who had dared to defy him and even wounded his precious body that no one would dare to touch, deserved nothing less than complete obliteration.
