Chapter twenty nine
"What are you asking me?" Sanaya can barely hide her shock as she stares at Faelyn, who looks completely serious.
Since ancient times, the weak have always bowed to the powerful, clinging desperately to survive.
Is it so wrong if she tries to do the same?
"I want him to keep me," Faelyn's voice shakes as she pulls her knees to her chin. "I don't want to end up like Mordered…" she whispers.
Sanaya's lips press together. It's all Amendiel's fault. What was he thinking, making Faelyn watch that horrible sight? Now the poor girl looks haunted and broken.
Sanaya feels sorry for Faelyn, but she also sees something new in her eyes. A hardness that wasn't there before. A spark of determination. Something else must have happened to bring this change.
Faelyn's fingers clutch her belly. Warmth pulses into her palms, spreading like dragon fire through her soul.
It isn't just about avoiding Prince Mordered's fate. Faelyn wants to protect this tiny life too.
