(Amara POV)
"You!" I growled as I recognized him almost immediately.
He was tall. His fair skin shone even though they were only lit by the light from the moon. His midnight hair was messy just perfectly blending with his dark void-like eyes.
He was the same person who broke into my room.
The man in front of me looked beautiful and charming in his own way.
"My apologize, princess. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Zedkiel, King of the dark spirit, and with your permission, your willingly assigned power holder" he smiled wide, his eyes for a moment turning pure white before going back to the same color.
"And what about without my permission?" I asked taking a step back cautiously.
"Well," he put his hand under his chin as if thinking for a moment. "Then I would be your unwilling pow
