Chapter 22. The Game

Chantel Raven

He dares to smile at me. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, lowering his voice. "I've really missed you. It's been a while since I last saw you. Do you like my surprise?"

"What do you want? What's the game?"

"See, your highness! My girl knows how to handle this. God, I'm so excited!" Damon glances over my shoulder at the King. He's taunting him.

The King scoffs, "Your girl? Something I'm missing here?"

Damon whistles, "You've been busy, Chantel. Is the King already in love? I saw your dance; it looked cozy."

His expression turns from playful to angry, and I don't like that at all. I don't like him when he's angry. He can get very fucking nasty.

"Oh, don't be scared; I won't hurt you."

His hand reaches out to cup my cheek, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I try to imagine that I am anywhere but here. Maybe,