TIARA THORNELLS
The moment Randolf released those words, he vanished before our eyes. In his place, there was only a faint hum carried by the wind, an echo of how fast he had teleported away.
My entire focus shifted to the presence left behind.
Prince Zatan.
Slowly, I lifted my head to meet his gaze. Under the pale glow of the moonlight, his face came into view. His red irises, once glowing with intensity, were now dim. The light in them had faded completely.
But what truly chilled me to the bone was the emotionless cold expression on his face.
There was nothing left, none of the warmth, none of the fire I had seen before. And more than that, he couldn’t even look me in the eyes.
“I’m taking you home. To the cottage,” he said.
My ears almost froze at the sound of it. There was no
