Ave froze as she felt the blade against her neck, her eyes slowly looking up to meet his emotionless ones. For a moment, when they had been walking and riding the horse to this town together, she had forgotten he was the so-called Cursed Prince with a bad temper, someone who could kill anyone within the blink of an eye. She had become so free around him and did as she pleased, but the look in his eyes now was the same as when he still thought she was Selene.
She had been stupid to ask him that question and give herself away, revealing that she knew of his secret plans. If only she hadn't pitied these people, or if only she could keep her mouth shut like every other woman in this world.
Ave sighed softly, and mustering her courage, she raised her hand and held his wrist where he gripped the dagger tightly. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She heard his breath hitch as if her touch had burned him, but he didn't move his hand away.
