Amendiel still had some official issues to discuss with Ignavar. He stayed behind after the judgment even though every instinct he possessed had clawed him to chase after his mate who had hurried away after Leera had been dragged to the dungeon.
He was mid-conversation when a familiar scent breathed into his nostrils, infiltrating his lungs.
Sweet. Hot. Intoxicating.
A fae's heat.
Not just any Fae, it's his!
Amendiel storms out of the meeting hall, his narrowed predatory gaze scouting the stone corridors.
His legs move rapidly, following the sweet trail, scales threatening to unsheathe from his burning skin.
He spots Faelyn near instantly, and a low growl rolls from his chest, Deep. Angry. It vibrates from him as jealousy uncontained crawls through his blood, scorching like flame.
The Fae is dressed in only her undergarments, showing off her slender, pale body. Her full breasts and creamy thighs were nearly bared for anyone who looked too closely to see.
