—•LUCIA•—

I stared at the Rogue King, eyes wide, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I swore he could hear it.

He needed me to break his curse?

He had to be joking.

What he said made absolutely no sense at all.

An almost suffocating silence settled between us.

After what felt like forever, I finally found my voice.

“Stop joking around. It’s not funny.” I scoffed, shaking my head.

“I’m not joking,” he said.

His face was completely straight. No smirk, no amusement flickering in those dark eyes.

Just a stark, unsettling seriousness that made my stomach drop.

I searched his face, scanning every inch of his...