Chapter 37
Annalise
Safrina bowed theatrically, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. "Our dear Prince graces us with his presence. As far as I know, you’ve already won your game, Your Highness. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to hunt my prey." She drew a dagger and tapped it playfully against her lips, leaning lazily against a tree as if she had all the time in the world.
I tensed, pushing against Sylus’s hold, but his grip was like iron. My heart raced as I glanced between them.
Sylus ignored my struggle, his cold voice cutting through the air. "You can have her and win your game, but you will not hurt her. Not a scratch, Safrina, or I’ll tear your heart from your chest."
Safrina raised an eyebrow, her whiskey-smooth voice laced with amusement. "Oh, my dear Prince, your command is
