I level him with a look. “I think I’m starting to learn that you’re just as unhinged as some of the Orean rumors have claimed.” His devilish smirk only grows. “Oh, love, I’m worse.” The racing organ in my chest does a flip when he calls me love. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for. You’re good. To me, to your Wrath, to your people.” “If you knew what I was thinking right now, the last thing you’d call me is good.”
