Chapter 64

Cerys's POV

Kaelen's voice was smooth as silk, the kind that could charm the fangs off a serpent.

"The feast has all your favorite sweets, Cerys. If you get tired, you can sit and rest for a while."

He said it like nothing had happened-like betrayal and deceit could be buried under trays of sugared fruits and spiced wine.

I tilted my head, baring my teeth in what might have looked like a smile.