The Prey

So he was the one engaged to Krystina.

Fucking bastard.

I should’ve been grateful. Should’ve at least thanked him for saving my life. But after what he did to Krystina? The mere thought of him made my stomach twist with disgust.

Still, I took in his features—grey-blue eyes, dark hair, young, tall. Almost as tall as Judas. Equally cruel, if not worse. I could see it in the way his lips curled, in the way his gaze flickered over me like he was assessing, calculating.

I hated men like that.

I turned to Judas, exhaling sharply. "I’ll be in my room."

Judas didn’t say a word. He just...