CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE
Damien looks at me now and my mouth feels dry. He walks over to me and this time when his hand caresses my cheek, there’s a different sort of gentleness than before, “This is something I can’t tell you. You have to figure it out yourself.”
“What?” I grind my teeth against the pain. “Why?”
There’s a hint of weariness in his gaze that I’ve never seen before, “Because it’s the way this works. I can give you the clues but you have to piece them together.”
“Balin said that you want to use the Righ-”
Damien bursts into amused laughter, “Did he now? I’m not surprised.”
“But it doesn’t seem that way to me.”
“He said you hurt his mate-”
I don’t even get to finish the sentence because Damien’s upper lips curls, “The Righ was never Balin’s mate!”