Gregory's POV

I was glaring at Davies who was sitting across from me, and honestly I felt like splitting him in half.

He really had the nerve, sitting there with a calm face like he hadn’t just accused me of being the reason Stephanie was dying.

Like he hadn’t embarrassed me in front of the old sorceress and to crown it all, he didn’t still think of her as his.

My fists clenched, the room still stank of smoke from the ruined potion, and that weird incense the old woman kept burning.

But what irritated me most, what kept clawing at my insides was him. He sounded like he was...