“I want you to be happy,” Dyter said. “When I’m gone, I want you to be protected.” “I just squished the Phaetyn queen and tore her guards to bits.” I sniffed in disdain, but my stomach churned with the acknowledgement of what I’d done. I’d feel terrible later. Their deaths might even give me nightmares. But in this moment, I wasn’t the least bit sorry. “Pretty sure I can protect myself.” He chuckled, and my shoulders relaxed as the tension between us dissipated.
