Chapter 2

My grip on his wrist is tight, my nails digging in just enough to remind him who’s in control. My heels strike the stone with sharp, deliberate clicks, each step echoing through the hall.

He stumbles once, his legs still unsteady from the last time I broke him, but I yank him upright, my laughter a low, against his ear. “Pathetic,” I murmur, “and yet, you look so delicious when you’re like this.”

I press my palm against the enchanted, door and it swings open without a ...