Chapter 32

The knife,” she said, holding out her hand before he could say anything that would make Dozan not help them.

“You’re healed,” Fordham said.

“You actually seem pleased by that fact,” Dozan said, his words one second away from striking him down. “I wouldn’t have guessed that from your kind.”

Fordham looked at Dozan as if he were the scum under his boot. All of Dozan’s carefully worded criticisms of Fordham’s home and character came to the surface in that moment. He looked the imperious prince, hatred flaring across his features at being addressed by a lowly human. But what came out of his mouth…

“My kind or not, she was in my care,” he snarled at Dozan. “And thus, my responsibility.”

“You two can bicker all day if you’d like—after we figure out where that knife came from,” she snapped, stepping between them.

Fae prince versus human crime lord. She had a guess who would win that fight. Especially after seeing Fordham’s dark magic unleash against the assassin. She knew Dozan had tricks up