"Just give it to him yourself," he said smoothly in a voice carrying that faint edge of mockery. "He is right behind you."
Emira froze. For a moment, she couldn't even breathe. Slowly, as though she was afraid of confirming what she already sensed, she turned her head. And there he was.
Standing only a few steps away, expression carved from ice, stood Prince Kael.
Emira felt the terror slide through her veins like cold water. She didn't even understand why it always happened with him. With Prince Zen, she could speak- hesitant, yes, but words came to her eventually. Around Prince Kael, her voice threatened to vanish entirely. It was as though the very air thickened when he walked into the room.
