CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
-
-
Amendiel recoils, his eyes filling with dreadful ice.
Pregnant.
Leera's words burn through Faelyn's ears like a harsh slap; it snaps her back to reality. Amendiel certainly didn't waste much time to get this female with his child!
She hadn't been special, her usefulness to him had served its course.
"You are lying!" The surge of anger that Amendiel feels is tempered by a growing sense of unease gnawing and seizing him as he gazes at Faelyn, who seems to have withdrawn into herself; the green flecks in her eyes are now dim with hurtful tears.
Faelyn perceives the whiff of Leera's scent; she didn't possess a distinctive dragon smell before, but now, she can perceive the faint smell of it.
A scent very similar to Amendiel's. One that cannot be mistaken.
Molten steel.
Evidence of the life growing inside of her.
