Chapter 44
When Malakor reached the Whispering Peaks, he banked low, his massive wings cutting through the thin mountain air with a rhythmic, heavy thrum. He descended with surprising grace, landing softly amidst a dense cluster of pines that masked their arrival. The earth seemed to groan under his weight as he settled, allowing the three women to slide down from his back.
The moment their feet hit the mossy ground, the air shimmered with a sudden, localized heat as Malakor reverted to his human form. Arden immediately thrust his clothes toward him, her cheeks flushing as she turned away with a haste that bordered on frantic.
Malakor chuckled as he put on his clothes.
“Are you decent?” Evelyn asked, as she and Eileen had turned away also.
“I am.”
The three women turned around, and M
