Chapter 166
Annalise
“Drink.”
The command left his mouth like silk-draped steel. There was no force in his voice, but the weight of it pressed into my bones. A cruel smile danced across his lips, sharp and satisfied, like he already knew I’d obey.
And I did.
Fingers trembling ever so slightly, I took the goblet from the table. I didn’t hesitate—not visibly, at least. I didn’t allow him the pleasure of seeing my pause. I lifted the wine to my lips and drank. The liquid was dark, thick, spiced with magic and power and something else I didn’t want to name. It burned down my throat like a promise—one I never wanted to make.
He watched me the whole time. Reclined in his throne of shadows, one arm draped casually over the side, shirtless, regal, and vile. Demonis had the air of a god, the
