118

DARLENE

“That wouldn’t be necessary, we were just leaving.” Alexander rumbled in a tone that had me snapping my head up to see the thunderous look he gave the man they called Prince.

I gulped reflexively, my eyes darting from the stone murals in the room to the man with the purple eyes

I turned to see that the expression on his face had darkened as he stared stonily ahead, toward the gray-darkness of the road. The twist in my heart forked stronger than before as I watched his absinthe-green eyes flicker to me and return to the stretch of asphalt.

“Alexander, I-” I started, cringing when my voice came more as a harried whisper than a cajole.

Now why did I have to go and sound like a damn frog? I steeled myself opening my mouth to let the words tumble out when he flashed me a look that turned my insides to stone.

“Enough Darlene.” He hissed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he gripped it so hard I thought for a moment that he was going to drive us straight off the road.

“Alex