Daniel.
I didn't want to turn around.
Every instinct inside me screamed at me to keep walking, to pretend I hadn't heard the command, to avoid whatever awaited me behind my back. A strange sense of dread had settled heavily in my chest, making it difficult to breathe properly.
But I had no choice.
No matter how reluctant I was, ignoring the Lycan prince would be seen as a sign of disrespect. And disrespect toward someone of his status was not something I could afford.
Slowly, I stopped moving.
My feet felt unusually heavy, as though invisible chains had wrapped themselves around my ankles.
Taking a deep breath that did little to calm my nerves, I turned around very slowly.
The moment I did, my eyes met a pair of dark, unreadable eyes.
The silvery mask covering most of the Lycan prince's face concealed his expression, but it did nothing to hide the coldness radiating from his gaze.
