🦋ALTHEA
He repeated softly. "No, little tribute. I am not afraid." But there was an uncertainty in his tone.
He crossed the room in two strides. Before I could react, his hand was in my hair, yanking my head back. Pain shot through my scalp. He released me just as quickly, shoving me back down.
The Witch Luna's blood runs through his veins," he said, beginning to pace. "And with it, a power that should have died with her. A power that corrupts and consumes. He is called the Hellhound for a reason, Althea. Not because he's loyal. Not because he's strong." His smile turned thin and vicious. "But because he is a beast. A creature of ruin who knows nothing but destruction."
He leaned down again, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "And if you think I'm cruel? If you think I'm a monster? Pray you never meet him."
The words hung heavy in the air.
