KIAN
I can visibly see the blood draining from Lain—Liam's face as he whirls around and faces me; his eyes are wide with shock and fear as if someone has just pulled out the ground beneath him.
My lips curve up into a lethal smile and my eyes narrow at Liam, Liam Von Sylvyran, the third prince of Solaryn and sixth in the line to the throne. No. He was sixth in the line, but he is not anymore. From what that priest said just now, he is now fifth in the line. And soon, he won't be alive to be anywhere other than six feet under the ground.
I take a small step toward him but he doesn't back off. The shock in his eyes gradually morphs into something primal and visceral as his eyes narrow at me, his gaze as sharp as razor blades.