Austin's POV
As soon as our world warped back into focus, the sweet scent of copper hit my nose, a familiar scent that had me instantly surveying my surroundings for it's source. I scanned over Arabella, making sure she was not it's source. I didn't care much if it was Farron. The b***h hadn't won any respect of favour in my books. She was only alive because Arabella is much less accustomed to the darkness that lingers within my dark and dammed soul.
"My King" A serpent like voice hissed in the darkness.
I finally tore my gaze off of those captivating blue eyes that always held me.
We were in a dark room, cement walls with a wooden door shut in the corner. It was colder than normal, with little to no light. Normal human eyes would not see further than a few feet in front of them. But
