Malakai
Pompeo constantly barked orders while I waited for Wulfgar to get me my ride home. Natalie leaned back, inspecting her work with a critical eye. “There. You’ll live.”
"Shame," I muttered, and she rolled her eyes, yet I could see the amusement breaking through her supposedly ‘stern’ expression. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment too long, and I knew she was trying to figure me out, trying to see if there was more beneath the surface. But she wouldn’t find anything there. Not the truth, anyway.
Because the truth was dark. Twisted.
I wasn’t just waiting for Mina to be caught—I was hoping for it. Ruthlessly, selfishly hoping. While I was still thinking, Natalie reached for another strip of cotton in a movement so precise and… controlled, as if tending to me was some kind of
