CLARABEL

"Say that again!" Malakai growled, the vibration of his voice rattling my bones.

I didn't let my gaze waver. If he thought five years of his brooding stares had intimidated me, he was mistaken. I had survived the lash of a whip and the frozen silence of the neutral zone; I would not be cowed by a man who couldn't control his urges.

"I said," I repeated, my voice dropping an octave, becoming slower and more deliberate, "the way you let that woman cling to you is revolting. It is very pathetic. And I will stand and watch you question my dignity when yours is currently being smeared across...