Sorayah hesitated.
Everything about the moment screamed danger. The air was thick with it, suffocating and impossible to ignore. Yet something in his voice, his unshakable confidence, the calm in the chaos made her heart still against her will.
She swallowed hard and gave a single, reluctant nod. Then, as if she had fallen under a spell, she shut her eyes slowly, her lashes trembling with tension.
What are you planning, Dimitri...?
Suddenly, the air erupted with loud growls and the agonized wails of men. The sounds came from all around, echoing off the stone walls of the slave tower. Sorayah flinched as something warm and wet splattered across her cheek. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, and a coppery scent invaded her nose.
It was blood.
Her instincts screaming at her to open her eyes to look, to understand.
But then his voice resounded inside her skull, firm and unforgiving, almost as if it had been spoken aloud in the very air around her.
