Chapter 23

“How about we talk for a minute?” Dante asked, gesturing to the room with the small fortune and portal.

Emory frowned at the silent plea in his enchanting eyes; she wasn’t falling for it. When he held out his hand she almost instinctively went to him but stopped herself.

Folding her arms over her chest, she glared at him. “Enough with your talks, Rahl.”

“Let me explain,” he continued urgency in his voice.

Why did he return so soon? What happened with Lady Moore and the council?

“I’ve given you lots of chances to talk to me, yet here we are,” she replied wryly. “You don’t have to tell me anymore. Just let Rodyn go.”

In silent rage, he looked over at Rodyn and then back at her. Standing there, arms crossed over his chest, black shirt stretching like it’d rip, she could see what was on his mind.

“No,” Dante said.

“Why not?”