Page 31 of Court of Winter
He shrugged. “It’s hard to say, but it could happen. Many attempts have been made on my life.”
Too bad none of them were successful...“Then why doesn’t one of your guards stay with me in another room that has two beds?”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Are you scared of staying with the Bringer of Darkness?”
Scorching hot anger abruptly raged through me, like an uncontrolled wildfire engulfing the mountainside. It came from out of nowhere, but that cocky smile ignited what had been simmering within me all day—fury over what this male had done to me.
“Is everything a joke to you?” I snapped.
“Hardly.”
“Then why do I have to stay with you?”
He stepped closer, with lightning-fast speed, until we stood toe to toe. My breath sucked in, and I stumbled back until my spine was plastered against the door. Instinctively, I gripped the firm edges for support.
“Be careful, Ilara Seary, daughter of Mervalee Territory. I might be offended by how much you despise me.”
Forcing myself to raise my chin, I met his cold gaze. “One would think you would be used to it by now. Doesn’t everyone hate you, my prince?”
His eyes shuttered. For a moment, he didn’t say anything at all, but then that frostiness returned to his expression, and he said in a menacing whisper, “And pray tell, why would someone, such as yourself, have reason to hate me? A simple farm girl from some unknown village on our vast continent, who’s never once encountered me before today. Tell me, why doyouhate me so?”
Because you murdered my parents and brother when Tormesh had done nothing other than report his concerns of the dying crops to the court, and my parents’ only crime was asking the court what had become of him.
That bold statement was on the tip of my tongue when a knock came on the door.
I jumped just as the prince’s head lifted, his nostrils flaring. “It’s just Nish.” He reached past me, his thick forearm brushing my side when he gripped the door handle and pulled.
“How do you know—” But I didn’t bother finishing my question. Nish stood in the hallway.
The guard ignored me as he addressed the prince. “I’m first watch tonight. Just thought I’d let you know I was here.”
Prince Norivun gave a curt nod.
“After me, it’ll be Sandus, then Ryder, and Haxil’s taking the last shift.”
The prince inclined his head again. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Nori.” Nish gave us his back, and the two swords tucked in sheathes beneath his wings glinted in the hallway light.
The prince shut the door and began walking toward the latrine. “I suggest you try to sleep tonight. It’ll be another long day’s flight tomorrow.”
“But—” I hurried after him, at which he promptly closed the latrine door in my face. An enraged howl worked up my throat, and I was two seconds away from pounding my fist on the door when he opened it again, except this time he was dressed in sleeping shorts that clung to his toned waist.
The scent of fresh magic surrounded him, and I knew he’d probably cleansed his teeth with it since a slight puff of peppermint lingered on his breath.
“Did you need something?” he asked, not even a flicker of guilt in his gaze.
I stared at his firm chest, akin to a solid wall. Smooth, slightly golden skin spanned his entire upper half. Not one flaw or birthmark covered him, but he did have a long scar running along his side.
He was so huge that I didn’t even reach his collarbones. Despite that, I gritted my teeth, determined not to let his intimidating presence deter me. “Why must I stay in the same room with you?”
He crossed his arms. “How many guards do I have?” I scoffed, at which he quirked an eyebrow. “This isn’t a trick question.”
I blew forcefully through my nose. “Fine. You have four guards, my prince.”
“And what do you suppose their job is?”
“To guard you when you’re unable to guard yourself.”