CHAPTER NINETY ONE
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Faelyn's tongue feels like lead in her mouth, words dying before they can form. Heat crawls up her neck like wildfire, painting her cheeks crimson.
Amendiel's golden eyes rake over her lazily, drinking in every shade of her embarrassment with wicked satisfaction.
"You stood there in the shadows, listening to me call your name while I touched myself, I came with your name on my lips…" His voice drops to a husky whisper that makes her stomach flip. "Why do you think I did that?"
Finally, Faelyn's voice breaks free in a strangled cry.
"I don't know!" The words explode from her, but even as she says them, a rebellious thought flickers through her mind.
Wait - why should she be the one drowning in shame? He was the one caught in such a compromising position!
Something defiant sparks in her green eyes as she lifts her chin.
"Don't drag me into your… your sexual perversions!"
