“Explain yourself!” The High Prince is back, and his face is red. He’s not pleased with the unwanted advances from his henchmen.
“We were just wanting a taste,” Five answers when no one else does. All but Four take a step away from him.
“Yeah, she’s just some w***e anyway,” Four chimes in, proving my theory of sharing a brain cell with Five.
“Is she a wolf?” the High Prince whispers. He doesn’t need to raise his voice. The room is quiet enough for a pin-drop to be heard. No matter what the henchmen were about to do, I do not want to stay alone with this man. He’s the most dangerous; even Four is catching up on their mistake.
“Get out; I will do the interrogation myself.” He utters the sentence I least want to hear in the same low whispering tone as before, but it feels like he’s shouti
