The Price of Defiance

The violent trembling of the floorboards did nothing to shake Othella’s stance. Hot moisture stung her vision, threatening to spill, but she refused to blink as she faced his roaring interrogation.

“Because he holds my entire heart,” she stated, slicing right through the fading echoes of his outburst.

The absolute certainty in her tone turned Malacor to stone.

“He is my true mate.”

Instinctive