Decebel growled at the high fae and stepped into her space. “I will tolerate your bad attitude. I will tolerate your aloofness. I will even tolerate whatever the hell happened between you and Lucian.” For a split second, Jen saw an emotion in the high fae’s eyes, and it was such raw pain that it nearly made Jen cry. “But,” Decebel continued, “I will not tolerate any pain inflicted upon my mate. Do not ever use your magic on her again. High fae or not, you can still be killed, and I will not hesitate a second time.”
“Decebel.” Jen gasped and heard a similar sound come from Anna. “No.” Jen reached for him, but he held up a hand toward her to stop her.
“She was doing something to you, Jennifer.” His eyes stayed fixed on Peri. “Your lips and fingertips were turning blue, dammit!” He growled,
