Chapter seventeen
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"You're also Jaelan's bastard?" Amendiel spits out the words, filled with utter disgust. A twist of disappointment that he refuses to acknowledge, and finally, anger, knowing that his sacred bond has been wasted on this enemy.
His eyes fixate on Faelyn's thin form, her protruding collarbone exposed by her torn, ragged shirt. Amendiel blinks away without feeling - the welfare of Jaelan's 'precious' daughter shouldn't be his concern.
'How did this beast know they were hiding beneath?'
Those burning golden eyes pierce into the very depths of Faelyn's soul. Now that this dragon is neither in a cage nor in chains, broad daylight makes him appear so much bigger… more terrifying, like her most horrifying nightmare come to life.
"P_please," Faelyn stutters, her eyes watering from his harsh grip on her hair, which sends fires of pain throughout her skull.