Chapter 10 𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮

He drew closer and sniffed me, his breath hot against my skin.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured. “I miss… you in my arms.”

His words were low and disjointed, slipping into silence between breaths. I could not tell if he was drunk on blood or madness. Was the king even sane?

“Hands, please,” I w...