Chapter 17: Prey?
My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets as it focused on the naked chest again, and my heart flew into my throat as I slowly lifted my head up, my eyes trailing from the waist, over chiseled abs, the bare chest which I fell against after the door abruptly got wrenched open, past muscular, broad shoulders, to focus on a face that was as pale as the clouds.
The first thing that jarred me was the golden eyes that were pinned on me, making me flinch as I hastily averted my gaze just as jarring memories washed over me. Memories of what I believed were my last moments, of that beast with golden eyes watching me in the dark.
"Who are you?" The voice asked and I stiffened, mouth opening and closing as my head whipped up to stare at him again. This time, I was able to take in more of his face. He had a sharp jaw, a slim nose, and curly, white hair that framed his face and was also in a bun atop his head. His face was unreadable, and it felt like I just got punched in the stomach from just staring at his—- ridiculously flawless face. There was nothing out of sight, he was perfection down to his lips.
And this was the famous cursed, crowned prince.
I thought Belle said he was a half monster?
He didn’t look like a monster to me. He looked like he was crafted by god himself.
"Has the sense of speech deserted you?" His voice floated through the air and this time, I could pick out the way his words seemed to echo. His voice was deep, husky and smooth. It didn’t give anything away, so I couldn’t tell if he was angry at me right now or if this was him on a normal day.
I was so nervous it felt like I might pass out any moment from now, especially as he began to approach me, his long legs cladded in black pants eating up the space between us in two strides, then he was staring down at me— like I was a dirt on the ground. Slowly, his face darkened as he crouched, and I gulped while starting to tremble.
Oh god.
"Did my grandfather send you here for me to play with you?" He asked and my eyes widened and I hastily shook my head, unsure of what he meant but not wanting him to get the wrong impression.
"I- I’m only h- here to clean..." I trailed off to suck in a deep breath and gasp when he grabbed my throat, his grip hard as it cut off my breathing.
I wanted to scream, to pull at his hand in desperation as my lungs burned for air, but I was too paralyzed with fear to do any of that. He leaned forward, golden eyes dragging over every inch of my face, while my head spinned due to the lack of breath.