Chapter thirteen
"Report," Amendiel's deep voice is low and impatient. Ruto straightens to his feet.
"The celebration is still ongoing, but everything is going exactly as we planned…" Ruto produces the key to unclasp the thick chains around Amendiel's wrists and ankles, which have kept him bound to the walls.
Amendiel's hard gaze settles briefly on the chains that clatter to the ground. He had worn the shackles for too long even though he could have easily freed himself. Hiding his strength had been necessary - the weaker they think he is, the better. How easy it has been for the fae to fall under his scheme.
"Most of the nobles from neighboring kingdoms are here today, attending the wedding."
A vicious smirk twitches on Amendiel's lips. His enemies, all in one place.
This is even better than he had anticipated. His blood tingles with raw dark excitement that he hasn't felt in ages.
