The king tried to hold his ground but he couldn't talk. Dahlia's grip on his wrist was firm and strong, nothing he could usually not survive but something else was going on. Something the King couldn't understand. It was like she was transferring heat through his veins, heating his blood up to the point of making it boil soon.The pain was making it hard for him to even breathe. The air felt hot and every intake of air made his lungs burn like hell.
Cassius gritted his teeth hard trying to keep his focus but his vision was becoming blurry and he was starting to sweat profusely. What the hell was she doing? He looked down at the place were she was holding him and their was nothing special there apart her slender fingers wrapped around his thick muscled wrist. What was she even doing to him? He could only wonder again and again.
