“Crown or no crown,” I said softly, “I will always belong to you.” Erik let out a sharp breath. His lips curved into a villainous grin. “To attack the king is one thing,” he repeated, a new darkness to his tone. With the blade in hand, he went to Snake Eyes and gripped the rope around his neck, wrenching the man’s head back. Erik dragged his face alongside the assassin’s. “But to attack his queen will send you to the Otherworld in pieces.”
