29 Why Didn't You Fight?

The night was cold and Kral carried me across the hall in my long white bathrobe. The ladies-in-waiting on the road all bowed their heads in surprise when they saw us. I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at their expressions. I only felt my ears turn red.

"How long are you going to hide?"

Suddenly, there was a deep voice over my head, and I looked up. Kral's jaw was taut with anger, and a cold stare was fixed on me beneath his thick black eyebrows.

"I. . . I don't know what you mean." I was keenly aware of the anger in Kral's voice. His voice was low with suppressed anger and a hint of impatience, but I didn't understand what I had done to make him so angry.

At the end of the corridor, Kral, who had heard my answer, stopped. His temperament grew more violent. His brows furrowed and his arms around me tightened so tightly that my skin could feel the warmth of his skin through the soft towel.

"Two questions," Kral said in a chilly tone. "First, what will you do if I don't get th