Some of them still called her goddess when they thought she could not hear.
Now their goddess was screaming behind stone walls.
That fear moved through the palace like cold water.
Kian was losing control.
He tried to stand still at first. He tried to keep his face cold. He tried to look like the king who could control himself even when the world wanted to tear something from him. But after another hour passed and Isabella screamed again, the cold mask on his face cracked.
"What are they doing in there?" he snapped.
No one answered.
No one dared.
Kian ran a hand through his white hair, disturbing it completely, and that alone showed how badly he was holding himself together. His blue eyes were dark and wild in a way most people had never seen before. He looked at the door like he wanted to break it down, then looked away as if forcing himself not to.
Zyran stood a little apart from the others, but he was not calm either.
