Chapter 118

Torin's POV

"I thought you killed the man for Selah. I was already thinking if you'd become a love-sick fool."

Calantha sat on the velvet chair, eating green grapes from a black ceramic bowl like she owned the place.

Her legs were crossed, posture loose, but her eyes told another story. They were sharper than any blade in Cormac's arsenal, fixed on me with that same knowing glint she always wore