Chapter 6

The temperature in my veins dropped rapidly.

And for good reason.

Malakor's gaze had been on me for seemingly eternity ever since he had uttered those words. It was almost hypnotizing. And if not for my supernatural will, I would have succumbed.

"The hour is late," I cleared my throat. "Enjoy your sanctuary while the storm lasts."

I stood up from the oak table, intent on retreating to my chambers before his steady, golden gaze unravelled the last of my composure.

I didn't make it three steps when sudden, sharp gasp tore from Malakor’s throat behind me.

I spun around…