One second, it was pure mortifying teasing from Jack and everyone around us and the next, it evaporated.
King Jarvis stood in the doorway.
He didn't stride in. No one heard him walk in, it was like we turned around and he was just…there. Like a creepy ghost in those creepy movies.
My heart skipped a beat just like that. I mean, there stood a man who voiced our my deepest insecurities out loud and to my face in an attempt to get me to leave his son, with no care to what it did to me.
He gave no care to the fact that I spent years trying to outrun those voices and that I stumbled every step of the way.
Even now, he still terrified me by simply standing there in his perfectly tailored dark clothes and with a face that bore a close resemblance to a stone.
He stared at me blatantly, half-hidden behind Jack's shoulder, probably still flushed from the marking revelation.
