Fenrys stilled where he crouched before his bag, the gold in his hands shimmering like his hair. There was nothing remotely warm in his dark eyes. “We’re only in this position because of you.” Elide tensed as Lorcan stiffened. Gavriel halted his packing, a hand drifting to the dagger at his side. But the dark-haired warrior inclined his head. “So I have been reminded,” he said, but didn’t glance to Elide. Fenrys bared his teeth. “When we’re out of this,” he hissed, “you and I will settle things.” Lorcan’s smile was a brutal slash of white. “It shall be my pleasure.”
Uh oh… Fenrys is still mad at Lorcan 😬
