CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
"What does this have to do with anything?" Faelyn mutters, averting her gaze from his intensely searching stare.
She feels exposed and vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze, like he can see straight through to her conflicted soul. An uncomfortable silence stretches between them, and Faelyn desperately wants to change the topic.
She's been curious about something that's been nagging at her mind.
"I heard you used Juta's blood to save me… Is he still alive?"
The moment the fae warlock's name leaves her lips, Amendiel's entire demeanor shifts. His jaw clenches tight enough to crack bone, and something absolutely murderous flickers in his golden eyes.
"Why are you asking about him?" The words come out as a dangerous growl, vibrating with barely contained jealousy that makes the air around them crackle with tension.
