Chapter Ten: Tai
I don’t know what possessed me to imagine I could handle having Phélan around again.
I stood in that messed up excuse for a club, a messed up excuse for a siren staring at bad news incarnate and wondering how the hell I got there.
Fi was a staunch presence at my elbow, somehow managing to be calming despite the state she was in. And I barely resisted the urge to launch myself at Phélan.
Not sure if I was planning to kiss him or slaughter him where he stood.
He looked… unchanged. Tall; some would say intimidatingly so. Longish dark hair rather mussed, thanks to Daix’s tender ministrations. He’s not handsome, precisely, but he might as well be; all that catlike, predatory grace is dangerously attractive, not to mention that smile—
‘You cannot seriously have the f*****g
