Chapter Eleven

“ Princess.” the voice whispered. A slight smile spread across her face, her head bowed, when she raised her head, she was greeted by the sight of a man walking toward. His steps were that of a man sure himself, he walked closer to her, his face illuminated by the moon.

He was handsome, with blonde hair, and a chin that was sculpted by masterhands, his smiled when he reached her, she looked up at him, for he was tall. She looked up at him into red eyes. Alarm shot through her, at first she thought her grandfather, Myeen, an ancient evil immortal had come back, but she searched within her, her blood didn’t hum, there was no recognition. It wasn’t him. But that didn’t mean, he was safe.

“ So you’ve revealed yourself.” Hannah said, her chin jutted forward.

That proud stubborn chin of hers, he longed to run his fingers across.

“ I have. I supposed it was time.”