She whirled around, and Raziel stepped forward. The dim light of the dungeon cast long shadows on his face while his eyes glinted in the dark. His emerald orbs focused on Soleia, and there was a barely imperceptible twitch of his lips as he watched her panic.
He was amused.
"Princess Soleia. Thank you for speaking so highly of me in front of my brother."
Soleia instinctively took a step back. Now that she knew the depravity that lingered beneath his skin like a corrosive poison, she could no longer find herself to remain calm and unbothered at his presence. The chances of this man killing Ricard for the crown suddenly seemed very high.
Rafael smoothly stood in between the both of them, planting himself in front of her like a steady rock. His brow wrinkled; the brother Raziel was referring to must have been Ricard since he didn't recall Soleia saying anything nice about Raziel to him.
