“The punishment is over,” says the King. “It isn’t fair,” Beaori says. “She can ease her own pain, so it wasn’t really a punishment at all.” I clench my teeth. The next time you need my help, just wait… The Ash King grabs Beaori by the chin, tilting her face up to his. “Anything else you’d like to complain about?” Heat shimmers along the lines of his body, and a sudden tension simmers in the air. Khloe grips Teagan’s arm.
