Fenris’ snarl cut through the air, blind rage surging.
“For days,” Lillia said, her voice shaking despite her effort. “You’ve been hot and cold with me. One moment you claim me, the next you reduce me to a title. You treat me with care, then like garbage afterward. You summon me with words meant to mean something, then punish me for believing they did.”
Her eyes burned. Tears gathered, unwanted and furious. She could feel Fenris clawing in frenzy at their bond, pain flaring within her bones.
But Lillia grounded herself in the pain from her fingers digging into her skin as she watched Regaleon with full-fledged hatred.
“I am not a pawn you get to move when it suits you. I live, breathe, hurt and bleed.” Mustering her last strength, she moved. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner, but
