EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL
It was flat, hollowed out, and laced with a quiet, lethal edge that made my skin prickle with goosebumps.
"It is just Isolde," I whispered, my fingers tightening slightly around the metal casing. "She wanted to get a reaction out of me before the morning border council meets."
Malakai did not ask a second time.
His large hand reached out, his long fingers wrapping around the back of my hand and the phone together. He did not wrench it out of my grip violently, but the absolute, crushing strength in his wrist made it impossible for me to hold on. He slid the phone out of my palm, holding the glowing screen in front of his own face for one long, silent second.