“Because Brielle Whitaker is my Fated Mate, and I will be taking her away if you do any more harm on her precious body.”
With Konrard’s words, Brielle buried her flushed face in her palms, hiding the embarrassment she felt at his profession. Her heart was beating wildly on her ribcage, and her stomach was buzzing with a queasy feeling. Clarisse glanced through the corner of her eyes, and couldn’t help but smile at her sister.
Somehow, her words from a few days ago came back to Clarisse. She wasn’t a child anymore as it seems. She was on her way to become a real adult. And here was her Fated Mate who was ready to put himself in raging fires just to know that she was alright.
Then, Declan’s eyes turned coldly sharp as he said, “Fine, you are free to go, Brielle Whitaker, but in your place, Clarisse must stay to continue her investigation.”