“Come,” the King commanded, turning toward what was most certainly not an exit, but for once in her life, Raegan hardly felt she was in a place to question anything. Besides, to her chagrin, she was more focused on how deep and velvet-cloaked the King’s voice became when he issued a command. Raegan began to imagine him uttering the same word under very different circumstances, but then he yanked her roughly over a pile of obliterated furniture.
