“What on earth can you mean?” she breathed, panic intensifying. “You sentence me for crimes I wouldn’t even know how to commit—” He leaned in, so close she could feel his whisper against her lips as he spoke. “Try to weaponize those eyes against me again and I will have them permanently sewn shut.” The nosta flashed hot against her skin, and Alizeh gasped, horror briefly paralyzing her in place. Cyrus drew back.
