That voice. That attitude. I looked at the Legionnaire again. I tipped-toed to him so the Farasee couldn’t hear me.
Using my starfire, I jerked on the Legionnaire’s blindfold, half singeing the stupid thing to break through the ethèr that kept it bound. I used the shredded blindfold to wipe away blood from the Mortent angel’s neck.
Oh, Infinite.
I rushed around, falling to my knees in front of him.
“Quazar?”
Chapter 42
“Quazar?”
I reached up starry fingers to his bloodstained cheeks. He blinked blood out of his eyes, looking down at me. Even in this condition, the defiant Prince managed to smirk.
“Shedoescare about me.”
“OfcourseI—” I took in his wounds. “Who did this to you?”
A primal desire to protect him came over me. I was ready to throttle whoever had put their hands on him.
“Bleeding the Fallen Prince is the Orders favorite sport. Didn’t you know?”
“Was it…”
I didn’t want to say out loud. But I also had to know. He knew who I meant without me finishing.
“No my Starling. It wasn’t your Granmanmi.”
I released a tight breath. This grievance wasn’t our fault. Not this time. It felt like an invisible weight had slipped from my shoulders.
Since his blindfold was soaked in blood, I lifted the bottom of my gown to my knees and began wiping away the blood from his face. My nails brushed the heat of his skin, tapping overthe endless inscriptions on his neck. I trailed them down in the neckline of his loose tunic. Even bloodied, he was the most handsome male I’d ever seen. My hearts raced as I brushed his hair back from his eyes.
“You’re a vision,” he breathed. “All I have been greedy to want and everything I know I’m too cursed to have.”
My hearts pounded in my chest.
What was he saying?
What was I supposed to do with that?
“Disciple!” the Farasee snapped. “Whatever it is you are doing, stop at once and rid me of these cursed shackles.”
I flinched at his shouting. Quazar snarled, the sound escaping his lips, feral and raw.
“She’s not your slave,swine. Stop whining like a little?—”
I brushed my thumb over Quazar’s bottom lip. He instantly forgot what he was saying. His eyes snapped to mine. They darkened, and I knew, in this moment, I could get him to do whatever I wanted.
I was lost in his eyes, entirely mesmerized. The trial slipped from my mind as I found myself leaning into him. Lifting a leg over his thigh. Reaching my hands to the nape of his neck, tugging on his hair.
“You’re so rotting lucky I’m in these chains,” he said, his voice husky, all breath. “If I could get my hands on you?—”
A heavy slam against the glass of the dome caught my attention.
“Oh my stars,” I gasped. “Whatarethose?”
“Starling, promise me you won’t freak out.”
