"What the heck was that lovey-dovey act with that Fomor?" Friya beat Faluel to the punch, speaking first the moment they reached the artificial cave where Lith and the others were waiting for them. "I get that it's your legacy we are talking about, but we all risked our lives for this.
"I don't care about their sob story. Those monsters are still a bunch of murderous bastards that tonight will dine on the people of the Kingdom. Are you really so dumb that you can't hold it in your pants the moment a beautiful woman makes her move on you?"
"What woman?" Quylla asked while staring at Morok.
His expression was serious like she had never seen him before but there was no hint of shame or guilt on his face.
"This would take too long with words so please give me your hand." The Tyrant took Quylla's hand and slapped Friya's away. "This is about my family. I'm going to discuss it with my fiancée first and then with you guys."
