17 (part2)

“Please, take my hand.” His words were a soft plea that had Sonya hesitantly reaching out to him. Her heart pounding in her chest, she struggled to control her fight or flight responses. Although, in truth, where could she really run? If he had wanted her dead, he would have killed her a long time ago. As it was, other than screaming at her and taking five years off her life, he hadn’t done anything to harm her.

Maybe, Camren is right, she thought.

He had told her to try and get to know the mythical-looking creature before her, that there was something much deeper lurking behind those yellow eyes. As she stared at him, his gaze pleading with her, Sonya felt her fear slowly begin to drain out of her. Fascination and curiosity replaced her previous nervous feeling, and she found herself strangely drawn to him. There was something she couldn’t quite pinpoint in his calmer demeanor that reminded her of her prince.