•LITTLE BIT OF SPICE IN THIS CHAPTER. YOUVE BEEN WARNED.•
Merlin's POV
Atticus is barking orders at the Royal army, but I can't think. All I hear is the thud of my pulse against my ears. A permanent blush etched onto my face, and I know that I'm doomed. Betrayal isn't something Atticus takes lightly. I know that once this is all over with, and Claire is safe in his arms, Valdus will most likely be skinned. Burned even.
A once high knight, now a lowly traitor.
But I also know that Atticus won't be able to do anything to him. I know that he'll be gone before King Atticus even utters the command to have him killed. If he doesn't want to do it personally.
How does one go from someone's friend, to a traitor? I'm about to find out.
I don't even notice Atticus approaching me until I fe
