Gasp!
Startled, Annalise snapped her gaze to the person on her bed. His sitting posture exuded arrogance, and his body was covered in black clothing. Even his hands were gloved in black, but the only thing exposed for her to see was his eyes.
His dead, unfeeling honey-brown eyes.
Annalise laid a hand on her chest to calm her pounding heart, and a fearful whisper escaped from her lips, ''Jagan.''
''Watch your mouth slave,'' His sharp retort made her flinch. He continued, ''Don't think you are something just because you have the duke wrapped around your finger.''
''I hope you didn't forget the real reason why you approached him?'' His eyes narrowed at her.
Annalise nervously blinked her eyes once and Jagan was nowhere to be found on her bed. But the presence near her back told her his location.
