Chapter 18
- The King’s fingers retreat from my neck, and he pulls the cloth away, his expression smug as he surveys his work.
- “There! Not so bad, was it?” he asks, his voice light and teasing, as though he’s proud of himself for completing a simple task.
- I huff, a small noise that escapes without thinking, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. I refuse to justify his condescending question.