Chapter 42
Malakor's face changed in a very real way. The casual, arrogant tilt of his head was gone, and in its place was a look of pure shock. He pushed off the oak tree, and his huge body suddenly felt too big for the quiet garden space, as if Evelyn's suggestion had physically moved him.
“You want to what?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the air between them. “Princess, you’re telling me to walk up to Arden and tell her that not only do I know she’s a Phoenix, but that I’m some cosmic bodyguard bound to her?”
Evelyn didn’t flinch. She stood her ground. “Yeah, I am, because she’s the only one who knows herself better than anyone or any book. And if you come clean to her about being her guardian, then that takes pressure off of her and the instability in
