Chapter 19: Marinah

King’s face is so serious, like he’s asking a real question. It shouldn’t ruffle my feathers, but it does. Being around King is like standing in the path of a tsunami. He’s the force of nature that causes all the destruction. It’s in his eyes, the way he carries himself, and in his attitude. His name says it all—King.

I’m so tired of all of this and it’s only been five days. Glancing at the food on my plate I give him the truth. “I’m a human weakling without ambition. I could happily stay at my job, put in ten-hour days, and read at night to keep myself entertained.” I glance at his face again and this time hold his stare.

“You’re dangerous,” King mutters almost under his breath.

I refuse to back down. “Why?” I ask because I really want to know why he thinks as he does.