CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Brynn?” Phoenix’s voice was the merest whisper, his face a mask of hurt and betrayal. He strode into the room. Jade rose and pushed the boy behind her.
“Brynn killed me and you’re protecting him?” Phoenix glared at her. Once more his hand lay, in unspoken threat, on the hilt of his sword.
“What are you going to do, kill me?” Jade drew herself up to her full height.
She looked him squarely in the eye and prepared to throw a shield spell between them. He took a half-step away, seeming to reconsider. Then he shook his head and snarled back at her, blue eyes fierce as they fought a silent battle of wills, deep in the grip of anger and magic.
The fanatical light in his eye told its own story. Blódbál owned him. Without it, Phoenix would never dream of harming he
