Ice and fire

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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That's how Amendiel found her when he returned to the chamber.

The fire has burned low, his mate sleeping softly on the stone floor, her arms carefully placed around her belly as though trying to protect the life there.

Amendiel's steps pause, his jaw flexing. As though sensing his presence, Faelyn cowers in her sleep, shrinking into a tiny ball. The action tightens something around Amendiel's chest.

He hates not being able to control these rushing emotions. Having Faelyn's body should have been enough, yet he wants more.

His burning gaze takes in Faelyn's shivering form. She is sleeping so freely as though she's not afraid of catching cold!

Amendiel seethes, but his dark expression softens as he leans to scoop his mate from the cold floor.

Faelyn feels so soft in his arms. Amendiel feels as though she will shatter if he holds her too hard.