“You were warned about how you should speak to her,” Reylan said in the most chilling calm. There was no pause for hesitation when he ruthlessly grabbed the arrow he had dealt and pulled it from Rezar’s chest with the most sickening sound that wasn’t masked by the fae’s cry of pain. Blood poured from the wound, but as Reylan tossed the arrow aside, one of his hands curled around Rezar’s throat, forcing his head back awkwardly to stare at the fae general who towered over him.
