Chapter Nine
Brea’s breath released in a ragged stream as the angry fae stalked toward her. She backed away until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
“Neither should my brother.”
“That’s n-none of your business.” Her words shook. “What do you want from me?”
He glanced back at the door as footsteps sounded out in the hall. When they passed, he released a breath. “I left the dinner early to seek my bed.”
“This isn’t your bed.”
His eyes bore into hers like he could see through every one of her defenses. The man before her had none of the lightness of his brother. Instead, he replaced joy with a deep intensity, just as entrancing as every one of Griff’s smiles.
And also terrifying.
She rounded her bed so it stood between them.
“You don’t need to run from m
