Chapter Eighty Five

NOLA REYNOLDS

I was just thinking how we'll the man had recovered, how fast even, for a wolf that had been only seconds from the cold, rigid fingers of death, as he stood in the fire-lit chambers of my new maiden quarters, the heat of silence leaving the air tense.

And then he opened his big fat mouth, he had to, the devil never said thank you if I remembered correctly.

“What have you done Nola?” Kalden whispered hauntingly, the drawn lines of his face glazing over as he paced the length of the room, refusing to meet my eye.

A flood of rage so strong I could have sworn it was damn near strong enough to wash the mountain city castle away flooded through me so that I clenched my hands to wrists that shook erratically by my side.

“What I have done, you insipid snob! It saved your fucking life! Congratulations are in order you piece of shit!” I screamed, shocking him to a standstill as I met his startled expression with a deadly glare.

Here I was risking my ass- my hard-earned ass by the