Every muscle in my body locked. The voice had come from directly behind me and it was too close. The piece of cloth slipped from my fingers. Slowly, carefully, I turned around. My pulse hammered in my ears.
For one terrible second, I expected an assassin or a threat or an enemy. Instead, I found myself staring at a man I had seen once in the Royal Pack.
He stood a few feet away. He was tall and broad shouldered. He was dressed in fine linen and a speck of dust was on his cloth. My eyes moved to his hair, which was very dark and then his gray eyes. He was looked older than Alpha Hades by a few years perhaps.
He was definitely not a warrior. At least not one currently dressed for battle or maybe I was wrong.
Yet there was something about him that immediately put me on edge. Something in the way he looked at me.
Could he recognize me?
The stranger's gaze moved from my face to the cloth on the ground then back again. His expression was unreadable.
