Page 63 of Wings of Betrayal
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Amaros retracts his wings and turns to the guards. “I said no harm was to come to her!”
His voice booms through the still night air, and I don’t miss the hint of possessiveness laced amongst his fury.
The guards all take a step back, intimidated by the angry male before them, who is apparently now taking on the King’s duties. How in the gods did that happen?
“And you two.” He points at the two guards he had follow my every move. “You had one simple job, yet you fail at even that.”
One of them steps forward. “Amaros, I am sorry, but she evaded us at the academy. She?—”
“Enough!” He silences them with a wave of his hand. “I do not wish to listen to your excuses. She is the King’s daughter, and she is not to be harmed. I can see she is hurt. Who is responsible?”
They all look at one of the guards, and he reluctantly places his hand over his chest.
“It wasn’t intentional,” he says. “She was going to escape, and I had to stop her, at your request.”
Amaros clenches his fists and then smacks the male across the face. “All of you, leave. Now.”
They release their wings and take off, leaving Amaros and me alone.
Zarla, you okay?
I’m with Amaros,I tell him.
He lets out a frustrated grunt.Get in touch when he’s gone, okay?
I will,I tell him.
I swallow in an attempt to clear the lump in my throat. Ice trickles down my spine as he storms toward me. I could release my wings and fly away, too, but chances are he’d just catch me. I consider blasting him with my powers, but that would only anger him more.
“How did you know where I was?” I ask, deciding I’m the one who should be angry right now, not him.
He grinds his teeth, his nostrils flaring, like I have somehow offended him. I arch a brow at him, and he rubs the back of his neck.
“Why are you in the city, alone, at night?”
Great. He’s going to avoid my questions.
“I am a grown female. I have every right to visit the city, day or night.”
He moves forward, forcing me back against the cool brick wall along the side of the alley. He’s far too close, and his breath is warm against my cheek as he leans in closer.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
His eyes bore into mine before scanning my face and settling on my lips. “You shouldn’t be out here alone at night. It isn’t safe.”
I push my hands against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
He snorts. “Actually, you do. I am responsible for your safety, and Harlum has passed down some of his responsibilities to me, including that of the safety of all angels within Silanthia.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I can look after myself.”
He glances down for a moment, and when his gaze finds mine again, a cocky smirk spreads across his lips. And by the gods, he looks good.
Oh no, Zarla, cut that out.
“Did you know about the wards around the Kingdom being weak?” I ask.