Justin’s hands hovered over her uncertainly before he wrapped his arms around her, awkward but sincere. “Don’t cry my mate,” he murmured. “You will be fine now. You have me.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt, I cringed so much. Safe? If only he knew the truth — that the creature he held wasn’t a wounded woman, but a serpent wrapped in silk.
Daphne peeked up at him through her lashes, then turned her head ever so slightly toward Gideon again. That look of triumph — smug, poisonous — it was meant for him.
She wanted him to see. She wanted him to suffer.
I could literally tell she was trying to taunt him as if saying: you thought I will let you off so easily, the game has just begun.
My jaw clenched. I wanted to march right into that hall, drag her by the hair, and tell Justin exa
