It felt like a hand was wrapped around my throat, the sensation so tight that I couldn't breathe. I remained planted to where I stood, my legs getting too heavy to even move.
Was it the sound of his voice that got my entire body vibrating?
Or was it the tone he uses, lifeless and detached?
No matter how much I want to see a glimpse of the Dace I once knew the further I get to realize how much he has changed. His tone of warmth, happiness, and teasing were replaced with brooding, darkness, and authority.
Fighting every thought I offered my mask, a smile with a devious intent. "Sleep well in the lion's den? You wish" I took my seat at the other head of the table, keeping my eyes on him, it felt like if I look away a beast will jump me, that was how lethal his presence is.
He kept his stern gaze on me but I remained calm. But my hands are shaking.
Was it fear?
Or was it because my nightmare was still freshly planted in my head like a film?
