Adea
“Well?”
His fingers squeeze my skin tight and I flinch back from the pain. When my response comes out muffled, he releases my chin and glares at me expectantly.
“I—”
“Who are you?” The guard growled, interrupting me, and cutting me off.
If he hadn’t interrupted I would have finished my sentence, telling him who I was. He would know the answer to that. Now that I’m free from his grasp, I lean back and dust off my hands. Dirt sprinkles and falls to the ground. Lifting my chin, I level him with an unfazed look.
“I’m Adea Biscoff.”
My voice was the opposite of how I felt. It was firm and despite being on the ground surrounded by rogues there wasn’t a shake in my voice. He may have been large but he wasn’t the scariest person I would face here in Half Moon. There were bigger monsters, he was just the first one I had to deal with.
