CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
"Faelyn…?"
Faelyn flinches at the sound of the voice, low and repulsive, as she gazes in shock; the memories of their last encounter jar through her brain, hitting her like a sledgehammer.
Out of all the possibilities, why is it… Juta?!
As Faelyn meets Juta's equally stunned stare, her fears melt away, replaced by a rising tide of anger, washing over her in a vicious, boiling wave.
The nightmarish vision of Vulgus… losing the child makes her head foggy. The pure hate that consumes her is so intense, crushing her and leaving her breathless.
Juta springs abruptly from his throne, ordering the others to leave, and they all do so, except for Daela who nervously stares from Faelyn to Juta.
"H-How are you here?"
Juta says, stepping closer in quick, heavy strides, and Faelyn's teeth bare, her fingers clenched, preparing to shred Juta's face if he so much as touches her.
"Faelyn!" Daela rushes to grasp Faelyn's hand, they need to leave!
