Chapter 197

Gael stood in the doorway, shoulders tense, his dark hair disheveled from battle. The torchlight made the veins on his neck stand out.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped.

I turned, the black feather still clutched in my hand. “Looking.”

“For what? Death?” His voice was sharp, controlled, but his jaw ticked. “You shouldn’t even be near a window. Darius's men are cleaning bodies from the