Chapter 20 THE GOLDEN CAGE

The grip on my wrist was like a shackle of hot iron. Kael, my Kael, was staring at me with eyes that looked like burning gold coins. There was no warmth left in them. No memory of our kiss. Just the cold, hard hunger of a king.

"Let go of me," I whispered. I tried to pull away, but the invisible ch...

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