Chapter 162

The Prey

The voices outside grew louder, more distinct, until the door slammed shut and dinner was long forgotten. I wonder if Alexei heard it, or any of his fathers. It seemed like an emergency since I could see several guards outside through the window, but not him.

When he re-entered the room, his eyes were cold furious and dangerously dark.

For a moment, I saw remnants of the man who destroyed me. But when he strode to the table, cursing under his breath, I realised he was not just furious but pissed to the extreme.

“Someone’s been prowling near the gates,” he announced. “He says he has something for you.” His gaze landed squarely on Krystina, who paled visibly under the weight of his stare.

“For me?” she stammered.

“Yes,” Judas kept his voice low, though I could feel the edge of his tone. “A letter. Handwritten. Care to explain?”

Krystina’s hands trembled as she reached for the letter he tossed onto the table. The rest