“What the hell! He’s gone!” I rush forward and reach for his hand, but he yanks it back.
“Do you have any idea what they’re going to do to you?” He whirls on me, cradling his bloody and likely broken knuckles.
“I—”
“These fae, Ember, they’re monsters.”
“I know that.”
His expression is tortured as he looks one word away from falling over. “I’m so sorry.” He sinks to the ground.
“Sorry for what? You tried to shield me from him.” I kneel beside him, feeling a hell of a lot more comfortable than I should have.
“I never should have. I should have pretended not to care.”
“Why? What are you rambling on about?”
His golden eyes meet mine, and in them, I see fear. “You have just become my latest weakness, Ember. And they will use you to try and break me.”