“Uncuff her,” the king commands casually. My breath catches at the brush of calluses against my skin. Kai. My head whips around, unable to stop myself. Unable to focus on anything but the burning need to look at him. But it’s not his gray gaze I crash into. No, this one is brown, murky with blatant hatred. These are not the eyes I search for in every crowd. Not the eyes that rake over me with a reverence I revel in. Not the eyes that have counted every freckle dotting my nose, every shiver of my body.
well yeah hes pissed
