Page 64 of Wings of Betrayal
He frowns, losing the smirk, as he braces his hands on the wall on either side of my head. “Who told you that?”
I ignore his question, the same way he chooses to ignore mine.
“Is that why you’re here? To visit a superstitious old female who has no idea what the fuck she’s talking about?”
Interesting. So he knows of the female I visited, then.
“There is powerful magic that can strengthen the wards,” I say. “It can protect the Kingdom and keep the lost ones out. Why haven’t we done that yet?”
He slams his fist against the brick, cracking it slightly, and I jump at his sudden outburst.
He points his finger at my face. “That female is nothing but a crazy old bitch. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Our wards are sound. Nothing can break through them.”
That’s such bullshit, and he knows it. I can see the lies in his eyes. He’s drowning in lies.
I step out from the wall and shove my hands into his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“If we can strengthen the wards, we need to try. Now move,” I order.
He glares down at me, and with one hand, pushes me back up against the alley wall. Only this time, he keeps his hand pinned against me so I can’t move.
I grit my teeth as my body tenses beneath his touch. “Let me go.”
He leans into me, brushing his nose across my cheek as he takes in my scent, and then plants a kiss there. I squeeze my eyes closed, willing myself not to enjoy it, although I do. Asshole. I can feel his smirk, as if he knows he has me.
“I can scent your desire, Zarla. How about you give in to it, hmm?” He traces his fingers down my arm and across my bare skin below my leather corset.
I shudder under his touch and attempt to move again, but it’s no use. He has me right where he wants me.
“The wards are not your concern. You have no say in the matter. Do I make myself clear?”
I decide to play along with his little game. “When are you going to tell me what you know of my father?”
He brushes his nose across my cheek. “When you start behaving and doing what you’re told.”
I consider his answer, and I wonder whether he knows at all. Maybe he’s playing me and has no idea who my father is or where he is.
After moving his hand under the edge of my corset, he traces the bottom of my breast. I grab it and yank it out. He smirks again, knowing he can do whatever he wants right now, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He’s much stronger than I am.
“I know he isn’t here in Silanthia, and he’s definitely not in Zarquon. It really only leaves one place, doesn’t it?”
Despite the shadows shielding his face, my angel vision is powerful, and I don’t miss the flash of desperation that plays across his features. He doesn’t want to lose his upper hand, and he fears he just may have.
My father is in Galespo. I know it, and it appears Amaros does, too.
He points his finger at my face, his expression swiftly changing back into the hard, controlling one.
“You will not go looking for him, especially in Galespo. Do I make myself clear?”
I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m right.
“I mean it, Zarla. Zalore is a ruthless male, probably the most ruthless male I know. If you step foot in Galespo, he won’t let you leave.”
He backs away from me, giving me some much-needed space, and I finally take in a deep breath.
“Now get back to the castle. The streets aren’t safe at night.” He releases his wings and disappears into the night sky, leaving me alone.
Fine, then. If he’s not willing to give me any information about my father, I’ll just have to go to Galespo and find it myself.