"Another nightmare, little witch?" a deep, familiar voice rumbled through the silence, filling the room with an unsettling presence that made Lilith stiffen.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, unable to process a single thought. She wanted to pinch herself, to make sure she was truly awake and not trapped in another nightmare, but her body refused to obey.
She watched as he lit up the room, revealing his full appearance.
In the heavy silence between them, fear crept over Lilith's skin like an insect. She had always known the prince was a terrifying man, but nothing compared to the version of him standing before her now.
He was dressed in black trousers and a matching shirt, the fabric clinging to his broad frame. A thick fur coat draped over his shoulders, making his already imposing build seem even larger. His long hair was slicked back, save for a single loose strand that clung to his forehead.
