Amidst the eeriness of the dark hall, the atmosphere was heavy with tension and power.
The moment Rebecca's icy blood projectiles honed in on Asher, he vanished, a mere whisper in the air, only to reappear behind her with the silence and swiftness of a shadow.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Trying to kill your own king? Are you tired of your life already?" Asher's voice, laced with disbelief and a chilling edge, filled the space between them.
His dark yellow eyes burned with an intensity that could scorch souls, a cold light illuminating the darkness of the hall, yet he didn't seem the least bit anxious.
Rebecca slowly turned, her movements measured and deliberate.
