Standing directly in her path was Dimitri, flanked by Liam and a group of werewolf guards who had escorted him.
A dark smirk danced on Dimitri's lips, and in his hand, gleaming with deadly intent, was another Soul-Splitting Arrow.
"Well," Dimitri said smoothly, his voice low and calm, but threaded with quiet menace, "this is certainly… unexpected."
"Greetings, Your Highness!" the werewolf guards chorused in unison, immediately their gazes fell on him, dropping to their knees with their heads bowed in respect.
Just what is he doing here? Sorayah thought, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard. Is he here to witness how I was going to be purnished too? This bastard!
"You better stay back or I'll really kill your wife and I mean it." Sorayah utterd, the arrow still pointed at Mira's throat.
"She's crazy your highness." Mira cried, her body tensed up in fear and frustration.
A wide smirk spread across Dimitri's face but he remained rooted in a spot.
