With his hand in mine, I yanked him closer until we were face to face. Our eyes gold on gold, our faces so similar we were almost the same person. The resemblance is uncanny.
So uncanny that I could see my future just by looking at him.
He’s right.
It would have been perfect.
But it wasn’t.
I tilt my head to the side, all while never breaking eye contact.
“Do you see that?” I whispered, showing him my neck. “I’m marked, father, marked by another that you poisoned. Do you remember him? Dorian Krul? The man you made into the Wicked Wolf?”
His eyes zeroed into my neck, his gaze nearly burning my skin from the intensity. “You didn’t… Tell me you didn't...”
He didn't notice it until I showed him. From the thick smell of blood in the air, the sour stench of wolfsbane, it was nearly impo
