“Your king is a terribly cruel man,” She mutters, looking across the campsite at Kalel as he orders his men around. They pack tents onto carts behind ebony horses two times the size of the horses we have in Alzhor. Kalel’s cold amber eyes shift toward us. I quickly avert my gaze. He has thoroughly instilled fear inside me. From all the times he’s killed me so effortlessly down to the blood he stole from me last night.
