Page 127 of Wings of Betrayal

They both glare at one another, the hatred clear.

This is bad.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this interesting,” Em interjects.

“Oh, shut it,” Lacinda says.

“What? It is. She knows where he lives.”

I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment as I try to control my emotions then turn on Em. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. So just stay the hell out of it.”

She raises her hands in the air and mouths, “Sorry.”

I laugh. “You’re not sorry. You’re loving this.”

“Enough,” Kyle states in a firm tone. “Zarla, can I talk to you alone?”

He takes hold of my wrist and drags me past Grazen, who reaches an arm out to stop him. My eyes widen, and Kyle lets out a low warning growl.

“You are in Galespo, Kyle. You cannot be seen. You can use my bedroom to speak in private.” Grazen gestures to the door to his room, and Kyle takes me there instead.

Once we’re shut inside, he turns to face me, and hurt and anger blazes in his eyes.

“This is the watcher who helped you?” he asks, sounding somewhat defeated.

I glance at the door and back to Kyle. “Yeah, why? What’s wrong?”

He runs a hand through his thick hair. “Because look at him.”

I gulp then walk over to him and take hold of his forearms. “Kyle, look at me.”

He stares up at the ceiling before reluctantly meeting my gaze.

“He is a friend. He helped me, and if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have found my father.”

His jaw tenses as he looks down at me.

I reach up and cup his face, gently stroking his skin with the pad of my thumb. “We are mated now. Forever connected by an unbreakable bond. You can sense me and everything I am feeling. You know I am being honest with you.”

His expression shifts, and he appears almost hurt by that. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I didn’t trust you or believe you. It’s just… He is a large, handsome male. I can’t imagine he is turned down often by females.”

I laugh. “Yeah, because there aren’t any here.”

He narrows his eyes at me, and I immediately lose my smile.

“Sorry. You know what I mean, though,” I say.

He slips his hands around my neck, and without saying a word, he kisses me. The kiss is passionate, dominating, and he moves us back up against the wall. I give in to him, allowing him to do whatever he wants in this moment. He needs it. And so do I.

He eventually pulls back, just enough to break the kiss, leaving us both panting.

“You are mine. And I trust you completely,” he tells me.

He then takes my hands and leads me back out to join the others.

They hover nearby when we exit, and then they quickly disperse, pretending they haven’t been trying to eavesdrop.

Grazen remains leaning up against the wall opposite the room. His gaze locks with mine, and I look away, unable to hold the intensity of his stare any longer.

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