CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN
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"Amendiel!" Faelyn cries in irritation, blinking water from her lashes as she gazes at where he stands on the rock edge.
"Why did you do that?!" She glowers at his huge form angrily, her green eyes sparking with golden flecks that seem to pulse brighter in the mist.
Amendiel stares at her for a moment, saying nothing. Then, for the first time in what feels like centuries, he laughs aloud - a rich, genuine sound that echoes off the waterfall.
Faelyn blinks, completely taken aback by the reaction. It isn't Amendiel's usual low, dark, intimidating rumble. No, this is hearty laughter that has his powerful shoulders shaking, as if the very earth beneath them is trembling with his mirth.
Faelyn is bewildered by the pleased sound. It's as if his vocal cords aren't used to such light, carefree expression.
Is he laughing at me? He's gone completely mad! Faelyn thinks, still flustered and embarrassed.
