Chapter 42
Kyros The rage I felt at Proteus's interruption was startling. The moment he made his presence known, I saw the shift in Estella. She instantly stiffened, her face draining of color as she sensed him behind her. I had no claim to Estella—not officially, not in the eyes of the kingdom. Yet, my instincts screamed that he was a threat. I knew he saw it too: the possessiveness that flared within me, the challenge in my eyes. The smirk that played on his lips as he took in my inability to control my expression, my fae nature, fueled my anger. It was like he was goading me, trying to get me to react, to show my hand. I had restrained myself, fighting the urge to rip his throat out, breathing in through my mouth and out through my nose the way Jarek, my father, had shown me. But the second h
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