Chapter 9

Fingers brush my cheek, the warmth of skin spreading through me as he gently moves my head to the side. "I'd like my phone back." His hand stops, gently cupping my cheek as I bite the inside of the other, wondering how he will reply. "My parents have probably called many times and my tenant will be asking for pay any day now, I wouldn't be surprised if he moves my things out today."

"Look at me, Lyra," he whispers, his lips dangerously close to my ear as I keep my eyes glued to the stairwell. I think of just stepping from his hold and running to the doors, trying to open them and get as far as possible away from here. But I abide by the King's wish, moving my eyes to meet his as my wolf bows her head in respect. Goddess, I could use a run. "Why would you need a phone when you're here, in the palace, a world of adventure awaiting you?"

I scoff.