Stay here, Seraphena.” I decided at that very moment, when he said my name like that, that I wanted to punch him. In the throat. Hard. Nyktos stopped at the door once more, looking over his shoulder. “I’ll check in with you later. Until then,” he said, his eyes meeting mine, “behave.” “Yes, Your Highness.” I bowed. “I wouldn’t want to be grounded.” Out in the hall, someone—likely Ector—choked loudly.
Heh
