The marble column to my right is shot through with veins of grey in thirty-seven precise shades with gradients in between. My eyes trace the thickest vein from the top to the base, following each tributary until it fades into white.
"Alec." I hear the reproof in Aro's voice, but I do not care.
He could never touch me, never come close, not even with his shield Renata.
Not that he would try. I am too valuable, one of his crown jewels.
Glancing over, I see the benevolence on his face.
It is a lie.
I anesthetize the guilty one.
No comments:
Post a Comment