Cal leaves them both behind, not bothering to watch as a skin healer appears to fix them up. He saved me, he brought me home, he broke the rules for me. And he’s a merciless soldier, the heir to a bloody throne. Cal’s blood might be silver, but his heart is black as burned skin. When his eyes trail to mine, I force myself to look away. Instead of letting his warmth, his strange kindness confuse me, I commit the inferno to memory. Cal is more dangerous than all of them put together. I cannot forget that. “Evangeline, Andros,” Arven clips, nodding at the pair of them. Andros deflates, almost
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