Chapter 85: Well Played
Evanna and the prince stood staring at one another in the dark, dank dungeon. They were close enough to each other that they did not need the light from the torches to light up their faces. Arawn watched her intently and did not miss her eyes flash with realisation and a spark of anger before her own mask of composure covered it up.
She raised her chin defiantly, "I want to see them."
Arawn’s features somehow hardened even more; she thought his skin might crack and break like a doll. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have already given you my word-"
"Your word does not mean anything to me until I see actions backed behind it, your highness," Evanna replied in a clipped tone.
Arawn appeared stunned at her words, his eyes were wide and lips parted, but he masked it immediately with an icy stare. However, Evanna refrained from smiling. It seemed the prince could create other facial expressions other than a glare or a smirk.
But she suddenly became nervous when the prince leaned forwards, his towering form becoming more apparent as she tilted her head back into the bars. "Your words wound me, Evanna," He placed a hand on his chest, indicating the pain of what she said, but his eyes were hard like stone.
Evanna could tell the prince did not like where things were going. She could sense the darkness within him emerging as his face fell, and he searched her eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Do you not think me a gentleman? My word is nothing to you?" His voice was deep, filled with a simmering temper just below the surface of his sculpted skin. But she did not let it faze her. She knew her friends were not captured.
"Your highness, it is not that I doubt you are a gentleman," She paused a moment as her eyes flashed back to the privacy of his chamber where he shamelessly asked her to kiss his cheek. When she glanced back at the prince, a smirk was formed on his face as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. But it quickly dropped as though it was never there. So, she continued, "But I am your prisoner. You only seek one thing from me. Why would I trust my captor?"