Chapter 45: Fractures in the Alliance
Darius’s POV
Even before the rogues launched their assault, the tension was evident.
Although "united" is the last word I would choose to characterize our relationship, Killian and I stood shoulder to shoulder. I could feel his boiling mistrust radiating off him like heat from a flame, and his jaw was clamped hard. Aria's eyes narrowed every time he even looked at me, and I could see his tolerance was waning.
We were surrounded by a loose perimeter of Moonshine warriors. It was unnaturally silent in the jungle, the type of hush that foreshadowed bloodshed.
Killian yelled at Aria, his protective nature coming out, "Stay close."
Without being able to help myself, I responded, "She doesn't need you coddling her."
He could have sliced through stone
