He’s up in a second, moving toward me before I can react. He yanks my arms above my head with one hand, the other digs into my neck as he presses me against the wall.
“You drugged me?” he snarls, the sound making me shudder.
“Sebastian,” I start.
“You drugged me!” he says again like he still can’t believe it.
“You hired me to kill the king!” I shoot back, glaring at him.
The prince releases my arms, stepping back from me. His face is showing so many emotions, I can’t read everything going through his mind.
“Did you not feel anything for me?” I ask him, despite my common sense. I want to know. Was it all some act for him? Was I really that naive to think he might’ve felt something for me?
“It isn’t that simple,” he replies.
“So, explain. What possessed you to want to kill your own brother, Sebastian?” I demand. “I might not know you that well, but I know you can’t be that horrible to want something so evil. And did you really think I wouldn’t f*cking figure it out?!”