“Okay, now you’ve pushed it too far. Take that back.”
I chuckled as Corson flexed his hands on the table.
“Honestly, I’ve grown to like the fallen angel, even if I would like to choke him most of the time,” Corson said.
I grinned as I twisted my glass on the table. “Raphael’s still a dick.”
“Oh, definitely.”
However, though neither of us said it, we both liked the golden boy too.
“Now what?” Corson asked.
“I honestly don’t know.”
“I wouldn’t know either.”
I listened to the ticking of the snow and wondered how Wrath could stand out there for so long.
Finally, Corson rested his palms on the table and rose. “I should return to Wren. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you in the morning.”
He was halfway across the room before I asked the question I feared voicing the most. Corson would tell me the truth; I knew he would.
“Corson.” He stopped walking and turned to look at me. “Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation, he replied, “With Wren’s life.”
And her life meant more to him than anyone else’s. Neither of us spoke again before he left the room.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Wrath
I didn’t turnwhen I heard the snow crunch. I was already aware that Bale approached by the scent of her and because Zorn barely lifted his head at the sound. If it were anyone else, he would have risen from where he lay in the snow.
Even now, he looked asleep, but his pricked ears were turned in the direction of the guards in the woods. Occasionally, they would twitch a little bit to the left or right, and I knew the guards were shifting their position. I couldn’t see the guards, but they were probably watching me as much as they were keeping guard against their enemies.
I didn’t turn to look at Bale; I’d been curious if I would see her again, or if she would hide with her friends, or maybe send one of them out to tell me to leave. However, I should have known she would come herself. She would never put one of them at risk by asking them to do such a thing.
“Aren’t you freezing out here?” she asked.
“It was colder inside,” I replied as I turned my head to look at her.
She was huddled into a thick winter coat as snow spiraled lazily around her. The voluminous material hid her spectacular figure, but I already knew what lay beneath, and I would always remembereverydetail of it.
The falling flakes stood out vividly against her fiery hair. The sight of her, so brilliant against the white snow, caused my cock to stir as she woke the voracious, greedy beast of desire that was my constant companion since encountering her.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“Leave it all behind and start our own life somewhere else.”
She blinked at me as if the possibility had never occurred to her, and that was because it hadn’t. I’d been standing out here for a couple of hours thinking about escaping from all this with her, but she never once considered giving it up for me. However, for a brief moment, I saw a surge of hope in her eyes before it vanished.
“I can’t do that. These are my friends, my family. My sister—”
“Understood,” I said more briskly than I intended.
