Pivoting, I watched as the king lowered himself onto the throne with predatory grace, placing his electrified hands on the armrests—a vicious gleam glimmered in his dark eyes. I spotted Hazel wedged between Amethyst and Forest. Her amber eyes locked with mine. The grave expression she gave me caused my heart to sink to the depths of my bowels. Her porcelain skin paled three shades lighter. Hazel knew something, but she was locked by their sides the entire night as Amethyst’s assistant.
Now I’m suss AND confused
