“Then maybe we should give her to him. Give the king what he wants.” The words slammed into me, and for a moment, I didn’t breathe. A pained grunt cut through the room. A boot scraped against the stone floor. Someone cursed under their breath. Dacre’s magic lashed through the air, his body going rigid in front of me. I felt him, not just through the bond, but through the raw force of his fury, seeping into every inch of me. His rage curled like a living thing, wild and angry. His voice was low, lethal. “Say that again.”
