The slow footsteps approaching the steel door caught his attention as Arian jerked up on both feet.

He hadn't gotten anything to eat or drink. If he hadn't known better, he'd think that they wanted to starve him to death, but they had other plans.

The same people who wanted to bury him alive yesterday. Arian could smell how excited Miranda would be today.

He wrapped his fingers around the syringe, trying to control all the anger that was brewing inside of him as the door flung open.

“Prince Arian,” the man sounded shocked to see him in a position to attack.

The door stood half open as Arian felt...