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because of you.”
Elide tensed as Lorcan stiffened. Gavriel
halted his packing, a hand drifting to the
dagger at his side.
But the dark-haired warrior inclined his
head. “So I have been reminded,” he said, but
didn’t glance to Elide.
Fenrys bared his teeth. “When we’re out of
this,” he hissed, “you and I will settle things.”
Lorcan’s smile was a brutal slash of white.
“It shall be my pleasure.”
Elide knew he meant it. He’d be glad to
take on whatever Fenrys threw his way, to
engage in that devastating, bloody conflict.
Gavriel let out a sigh, his tawny eyes
meeting Elide’s. Nothing could be said or
done to convince them otherwise.
Yet Elide found herself drawing in breath
to suggest that fighting amongst each other,
vengeance or no, wouldn’t be fulfilling, when