Natalia’s POV
When I woke again, the air had grown colder. All light had seemingly long since been blotted out by the thick walls of the mountain; it was pitch dark, save for the ruby that occasionally pulsed around the King’s finger, illuminating the walls.
If it had been under different circumstances, I might have said that the caves were actually quite fascinating and beautiful.
The hard, smooth walls indicated that the tunnels must have been created by flowing magma during some ancient volcanic eruption, and the lichen coating the stones almost seemed to glitter whenever the King’s ruby pulsed. Stalactites dripped with sweet-smelling water, and all was quiet and calm.
But I was anything but calm. The moment I woke, I tried to bite him again. This time, I didn’t succeed; the King,
