And also because Typhos Lucifer looked like he was about to kill me. Truly. Like rip me apart with his bare hands and burn my remains to ashes.
Not a great way to die.
Especially considering all I’d done washelphim.
I tried to say that, but my lips refused to move.More magic, I muttered to myself.Awesome.
He didn’t utter a word as he walked around me in a slow, deliberate circle.
Like a predator evaluating his prey.
Red embers glittered in the backs of his unblinking eyes, making him all the more intimidating.
I helped you,I thought at him, unable to speak, thanks to whatever spell he’d cast over my mouth. I couldn’t move much either. Just my neck and head.
Alas, it wasn’t like my plea would stifle his rage anyway. I’d touched his source—something he’d explicitly told me not to do again or he’d kill me. Yet he hadn’t done much other than grab me by the nape and teleport me back to his palace.
The moment our feet had touched the opulent carpets, he’d released me to begin his pacing.
Back and forth.
Silent steps.
Wicked eyes.
Deafening silence.
You’re the one who wrapped me up in your power,I muttered, aware he couldn’t actually hear me.It’s not technically my fault that your source decided to alter and manifest inside me. I was just trying to save the Hell Fae Brides.
He paused, then slowly crouched before me.
Uh, maybe he did hear me.
No. He can’t read my mind.
Unless… Can he?
Those eerie red embers flickered in his deep oceanic eyes, his gaze assessing.
His perfectly tailored suit stretched around his muscular torso, revealing a crisp white dress shirt underneath. Thanks to his power, or maybe the magic of the fabric he wore, he didn’t look like he’d just come out of a war zone.
Whereas I, on the other hand, was naked and vulnerable before him.
A swallow stuck in my throat as those fiery-ember eyes met mine from mere inches away. He still didn’t say anything, just tilted his head, reminding me a bit of Az’s Phoenix.
Except this was the King of Hell, and he looked like he was about to rip my head from my shoulders with his bare hands.
I didn’t do anything wrong,I attempted to say with a look.
Naturally, he remained silent.
So I essentially battled his murderous gaze with my own.
That portal was sucking inyourpeople, andyouwere making it worse. I was able to fix it, so I did.
Not that I understood the intricate details ofhowI’d fixed it, but it wasn’t like I’d been trying to hurt anyone.
“Don’t try to sit there and look innocent, Camillia. You touched mysource,” he hissed, his hot breath kissing my skin. “Do you remember what I said I’d do if you ever did that again?”
