Trapped by the Devilish King

Camila's voice was shaking, almost about to

r shiver uncontrollably. And with the guy standing

ut like it's no big deal? Wa

with shootings popping off left and right-but still,

llege yet-her life was just getting started.

yes on her. Hearing the tremble in he

id know how to be scared. He thou

ave yourself and answer my

making her flinch over and over. He leaned in closer, his handsome face exuding an unsettling

a j

e, but with a freaking gun pointed at her,

devil-may-care grin was driving her nuts; one more second l

ed, voice dull. "I'll

ward, and lifted her chin with the barrel. His half-lidded eyes

rain-dark, luminous, and strikingly defined. Her lashes were long, thick,

ately, helplessly-making her look even m

wn off. His eyes stayed fixed on hers, caught

s living happily beside Alexander Blackwell, he'd almost b

looked, there were

ut wariness and hatred when she looke

harp resistance, no loathing. Just those trembling lashes brushing softly like feathers

's gaze

up was fate's twisted way

hen he was desperate for a child to carry on his l

kle under his stare, uneas

nce was weird enough, but twice? Staring like this

together, she warned herself. If she wanted to l

. This was her one shot, and if she screwed it u

he di

is hand. The cold metal was in her grip before he'd e

move. H

t be scared was lying. She tried to keep steady, but her hand was t

ht in an invisible, suffocating air pressure. The tiny elevator fe

d her, eyes like

id coldly. "And you, lady, you're poking the b