>>Draegon
The air in the hall was thick, like the calm before a storm. But inside me, there was no calm—just a fire, roaring hotter by the second.
I stood before Reagen and Rael, fists clenched at my sides, breathing hard through my nose like a dragon holding back a roar. The moment the truth fell from Reagen's smug mouth—that he had been abusing Aelin since they were children—I felt something rupture in my chest. The blood drained from my face, only to return boiling.
"You," I growled, stepping forward, my eyes burning into his. "You touched her. You beat her." I could tell something was wrong that night when she disappeared from the party hall, only to return looking pale.
The human delegates didn't talk, either they really had no idea or they were pretending not to know.
Either way, it didn't change the fact that even that day he must have abused my wife. I wanted to ask her, but I didn't want to force it out of her and scare her.
