“Your blood would make him stronger. Stronger than he already is.” Charis continued after flashing a grim look when she noticed Phaeryl’s reaction. Her intention to get a reaction out of Phaeryl had finally worked.
The distant ceremony suddenly sounded impossibly far away; Phaeryl could still see the lanterns, still hear the music that was definitely not soothing at the moment. She could still feel the warmth of the cup against her palm but everything else seemed to have receded.
“And afterward?” She managed to get out after a long silence between them.
The feigned guilty expression Charis had on completely changed to one without any warmth “He intends to kill you.”
The cup slipped slightly from Phaeryl's fingers. She cursed inwardly at the fact Charis would be satisfied with her react
