Rage and pleasure

Chapter thirty seven

Earlier that morning, in Faelyn's chamber, she had overheard the servants' whispers. 

"Did you hear about the half-blood being punished by Mistress Leera?"

"The thief? She's been kneeling in the courtyard. No food, no water."

"I heard she might not survive, Mistress Leera is so angry."

Half-blood. Could it be Daela? She had wanted to know.

Without thinking, Faelyn had slipped from her chamber and made her way to the courtyard and then to the tent even though it may mean getting punished. 

Back to the present, Faelyn staggers backward when Amendiel suddenly dumps her to her feet inside the chamber.

"What were you thinking?!" Amendiel thunders, the burning coals in his gaze make Faelyn feel as though her flesh will melt from her bones. Her throat feels tight, unable to form a response as even her brain seems to have halted its function.