She couldn't move. Her knees trembled violently beneath her. She couldn't breathe.
"Y-your majesty," she stammered, her heart pounding hard in her chest, her words barely audible, and her voice thin as paper.
Thorne's footsteps thundered against the ground, and she stumbled back instinctively, a
s though to protect herself from his rage.
He stopped in his tracks, eyes on the painting she had touched, her fingerprints staining the dusty glass. Adina's eyes widened as she took in what she had done.
Thorne looked back at her... that tiny print was all that it took.
He snapped.
A menacing growl tore from his chest as he surged forward like a storm.
Adina barely had time to blink before he was in front of her, before his hand clamped around her throat and slammed her back against the nearest wall harshly.
"You touched it?" he growled, his face twisted in fury. "You dared to touch her?"
