FAELAN'S POV
I let Mordain walk ahead of me, the lasso still cinched tight around him, dragging him forward no matter how much he resisted. He gave the glowing cord another sharp jerk, as if sheer stubbornness might somehow persuade it to loosen.
It didn’t.
He groaned in irritation and shot a glare over his shoulder at me. “I have already apologized to your woman,” he protested. “Release me from these damned ropes. Now.”
I didn’t bother masking my sigh. “Keep walking.”
He scoffed. “You said—”
“I said nothing about setting you free,” I cut in, my voice calm, deliberate. “I agreed to let you attend the meeting. Nothing more.”
His steps slowed, frustration tightening his features. “You’re an insufferable prick, you know that?”
I almost smiled. “Probably,” I said, giving the rope a sma
