Chapter 232

Pain exploded in Elfar's jaw and mouth. His head whipped to the side. He put a hand to his lip and drew it back to see blood on his fingertips. Immediately, the coppery, salty flavor hit his tongue. She'd split his lip. He looked at her through the fall of hair across his forehead. He guessed he must've looked pissed, since she took a step backward while holding her hand like it hurt.

The merry sound of Josh's laughter filled the air. With a sharp shake of his head, Elfar flipped his hair back and tried to get the animosity out of his eyes. Someday soon, the stupid woman was going to pay, and her mate would pay dearly. It was hard, considering who Mora's mate was, and not to mention that witches were raised to hate the fae, and demons wanted to keep them imprisoned. It was difficult not to feel anger toward her, even though he'd essentially enslaved her.