“I spent this whole time wanting to apologize for what you saw. For what I became when I couldn’t stand the way the vile beast looked at you, spoke to you.” Faythe’s hands gripped his leathers tighter. “And now?” “Now, I’m not afraid to tell you I’m not sorry. That I would do it again. That I would kill every single man or fae who dares to look at you the way he did. And I would not be sorry.”
