“Me?” Lucien put a hand on his chest. “By the Cauldron, Tam – there isn’t much time, and you’re just sulking and glowering. You’re not even trying to fake it anymore.” My brows rose. Tamlin turned away but whirled back a moment later, his teeth bared. “It was a mistake from the start. I can’t stomach it, not after what my father did to their kind, to their lands. I won’t follow in his footsteps – won’t be that sort of person. So back off.”
