Elysianne's spell illuminated the dark tower, and the face of their perpetrator instantly came to light. The young king's face twisted when he recognized who the assassin was.
He had been right to keep his wife by his side after all.
The young king thrusted his hand forward. He grabbed a hissing woman and disarmed her, letting several star shaped blades clank to the cold floor. Aleksander expertly twisted her hand away from him until he had both her wrists restricted in a tight lock.
"Lady Catalina," Aleksander hissed her name. "Who else is working with you? Where are they now?"
He immediately interrogated the woman, his grip tightening with every word he spoke. Aleksander restrained the woman with her hands to her back. She was far smaller than him, and the young king had to lean forward so he could speak to her ears.
His breath touched the sides of her cheeks, and the woman bit her lips and shivered in utter revulsion.
