CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
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Amendiel knows that some of his soldiers do not agree with his choice of camping in the middle of nowhere, but when it comes to what's important, Amendiel cannot risk his mate's life by traveling in her critical state.
He has already informed Ignavar to lead most of their troops back to their kingdom.
Amendiel touches the already-healed spot on his forehead where Faelyn had attacked him with the bowl, and he scoffs, his lips twitching slightly.
His female has been the one who escaped to be with the enemy and even tried to sever their soul bond. Yet, she still behaves with a brazen lack of guilt, acting with an air of innocence which Amendiel finds unconvincing.
Those wide green orbs which have been pleading with him only a moment ago and willing to do anything to appease him are now shrouded with a stubborn hate-filled glint…
