Chapter 7
RenThe preposterous male wanted to fight.
“Do you desire death? There are easier ways,” he replied.
“What are you doing? You’ll kill him,” Emmarae protested.
Ren huffed, tempted to end the male just to keep him from touching his mate. His mate. He glanced at Emmarae, her face pale and her hands clenched like she was holding herself back from clawing at Ren.
Why did she care about this male? What was he to her?
Dovak raised his chin, decorative chains tinkling like music. “Scared?”
Ren scoffed.
Ah. This male was nothing. She had a compassionate heart.
“Such childish tactics did not work when I was a youth,” Ren said, “and they will not work now. But you should consider if it is agreeable to your health to fight a Mahdfel warrior.”
Dovak’s gaze swept over Ren. “If you’re
