Chapter 234
Isaac
The floor is hard. Cold enough to seep through bone, making me regret every second I spend here instead of in bed with a book—or better, with Poppy.
The only light dribbles through a barred slit of a window, high up on the wall. Barely enough to see my own hand.
I shift, pulling my knees closer. Should I take my animal form? It would be warmer. More natural. But no—I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me reduced to a beast behind bars.
Footsteps.
My ears twitch, the hairs on my neck rising.
I don't even need to look up.
"Your Highness," I say dryly, voice echoing in the small space. "What can I do for you?"
The voice that answers is exactly the one I expected, dripping with that entitled confidence only a lion could carry.
"I thought you were smart," Felix says, "but laying a hand on royalty? Not very bright."
