Lorelei POV
Feeling completely full and more than ready to escape the suffocating atmosphere in the dining hall, I decided it was best to head straight back to the safety of my bedroom.
I turned toward the exit and had barely taken a few quiet steps away from the table when a slender, ice cold hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist, bringing me to an abrupt stop.
"And where is it you think you are going?" Nala purred right beside my ear.
She had appeared so suddenly and invaded my personal space so completely that I instinctively stumbled back, my heart shooting straight into my throat.
How?
Hadn’t she been sitting all the way across the table just a second ago? How the hell had she moved that fast without making a single sound?
"M... my room," I stammered, my eyes widening as I tried to pull my wrist free, but it didn’t budge.
Her grip felt like silk wrapped around steel.
Nala tilted her head, her long white braids cascading gracefully over her shoulder.
"Why?" she asked, drawing out the word as a beautiful, predatory smile curved across her lips. "The night is still much too young... Ella."
She slowly rolled my name off her tongue before her smile widened.
"Besides... I believe you and I have a few things to speak of."
Without giving me even a second to protest or look back at Kaelen and Darius for help, she turned on her heel and effortlessly pulled me along behind her.
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"Where are we going?" I couldn’t help but ask as she led me farther and farther away from the main dining hall, through a series of corridors I had never been down before. My voice echoed softly against the stone walls.
"Why?" she asked, tilting her head back to look at me. "Has fear found you?"
As the words left her lips, the dark pupils in her golden eyes suddenly narrowed into sharp, vertical slits before returning to normal just as quickly.
My heart lurched violently, and I swore to the Moon Goddess that goosebumps erupted all over my skin.
Yeah, I was really starting to get scared now.
She must have sensed the sudden spike in my heartbeat because a low chuckle slipped from her lips.
"How foolish do you think I am?" she asked smoothly. "Even if I wished you harm, this is still the Alpha King’s territory. I know where my hand must end. Your guard need not follow after us like a lost little pup."
The moment those words left her mouth, her gaze shifted over my shoulder.
Instinctively, I turned to follow her line of sight and found Isaac casually walking a few paces behind us, doing his absolute best to blend in with the estate guards patrolling the corridors.
He had done such a good job that I had completely forgotten he was even back there, yet she had picked him out instantly.
Just how sharp were a royal witch’s senses?
Just how frightening were a royal witch’s senses?
"Though I do not believe his protection shall be needed," she added. "For a little while, you shall be within my walls."
Seeing my brows draw together in confusion, a playful smirk spread across her face.
"Do not trouble your thoughts. I am only taking you to the guest suite your king prepared for me."
Ah.
Her room.
A wave of awkwardness immediately washed over me.
Why on earth was she dragging me to her private room when this was literally our first real conversation?
Still, I didn’t protest.
It wasn’t as though I had much of a choice anyway.


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