A deep hole opened beneath her feet but instead of hiding away from it, she wanted to immerse herself in it. The fear had never been part of her nature until his baffled eyes stared at her with disgust as if she was dirt.
She tried to sit up on the bench, holding the thin thread of sanity but his face was not helping her at all.
His face was terrible, rigid with rage. He looked from her, to the fading palace and then back to her. The smile that corrupted his mouth seemed to carry fangs in it.
"You have used my carriage to run away your highness."
"No." She was not using his carriage but him. "You don't understand . . ."
It was his expression that silenced her. The way his rage collapsed suddenly and completely into contempt.
