Betrayed by Blood
Avery paced around her room restlessly; it was already evening. She couldn't help but replay what happened today in her head. Her meeting with the king and the way his eyes had settled on her without moving.
It made her skin crawl.
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shake the feeling. Had she done something wrong? Should she have spoken more? Less? The way Cain had stepped in front of her, shielding her from Alaric's gaze, had been instinctive. Protective. But had she disappointed him by reacting the way she did?
Her teeth pressed into her lower lip. She should apologize. Or at least say something.
Before she could dwell on it further, a knock sounded at her door.
Avery froze.
Her heart stuttered, then picked up speed as she hesitated. Taking a steadying breath, she crossed the room and pulled the door open.
