Silence fell, filled only by the sounds of his heavy breathing. He lay on the bare floor, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.
His words echoed through her, melting her anger, and turning everything inside her watery and frail. "How … how long do I have to, before killing each of them?" Kielee asked.
He didn't reply.
"A week?" No answer. "A month?" He shook his head slowly. Her upper lip curled, but She forced herself into neutrality. "A year?" That much time to endure all the pains of seeing him …
"Do not be stupid, Kielee" Heather chimed in. She did not know how to end that stupid feeling going inside her tiny brain. She had told her many times that Azriel was not like the other men. He was not a guy that would fall in love one day. "Everything went as planned. The princess likes my brother. Didn't you see how she was overall him? What's her name again?
