That question again. Renar stared at Lethia with rising frustration. She kept insisting that whatever she did was none of his business.
"Have you forgotten?" he asked coldly. "You were the one who begged for my help, for power… and you even said you'd gladly become my fucked mate." His breath came fast, chest heaving with fury.
"And now you dare to ask me whether it's my concern? You keep asking that. Are you out of your mind?" Renar couldn't hold the bitterness swelling inside his chest anymore. This time, he had no choice but to spit it out at her.
"That's…" She froze. Her eyes flicked, confused, uncertain.
She bit her lower lip. The same lip Renar had wanted to claim, the one that had first bewitched him in that hospital room.
Was it lust? Perhaps. But if it was only that, why the fuck did his blood boil like this? Why did every beat of his heart feel like it was ripping open, flooding him with pain?
