“Where are you taking me?”
The Wicked Wolf only smirks, a sinful little thing that makes my chest contract and my skin turn hot.
Burning hot.
When a patrolling guard passes by us, bowing low, the Wicked Wolf automatically places his hand on my back. It was a small gesture that I barely even felt, but the meaning was heavy. I slapped his hand away before I forgot myself.
Before I forget what he is.
Not a minute ago, he ordered all of my father’s spies in the fortress to be k i l l e d and to use them to make rain at a camp where my family is.
“Where are we going?” I questioned yet again as we made our way through the torch lit halls of the fortress. Deep in the heart of the mountain like this, it was hard to tell what time it was. Hidden deep within the rock and stone, time didn’t s
