Chrystal’s belly twisted.
The Rogue King shifted his gaze to Castian. “And you. You can’t control your mate’s tongue? You let her speak in the hall?”
Castian’s expression was unreadable. “What have you decided?” he replied, his voice tight.
The Rogue King turned back to the fire, his face like stone. “You want to risk your life for her? Fine.”
He turned to Chrystal. “You want to die with him? Fine,” he rumbled. “Your request to take the test together is granted.”
“What’s the price?” Chrystal commented urgently.
The King’s eyebrow rose. “You offered it yourself,” he replied evenly. “Bring the usurper to me.”
Chrystal stared pale-faced at the King.
“As for the other matter,” he stated slowly, turning to Castian, “we have sent word to the witch. Until then, do your best to remain fo
