He took the cloth and dipped it into the bowl of water and patted the red bruise on her face with it. Neera grimaced when the wet cloth came in contact with her skin.
''Sorry, does it hurt too much?'' Zavian asked in a tender tone, and Neera shook her head. She was surprised at his reaction.
She thought that he would get mad at her for how she spoke to him, but he instead became more affectionate. Now she thought about it; she must have been crazy to have spoken to the king like that.
What if he really killed her?
Neera gulped as she thought of his claws in her chest, squeezing her tiny heart and pulling it out.
Although she wanted to die, she didn't want to die in such a painful gut-wrenching manner. When Zavian finished wiping her face, he pushed her hair behind her ears, and looked in her eyes;
Neera avoided his gaze. He was sitting too close, and his eyes drowned hers when she stared at them, so she looked away.
