Grum frowned looking at the wounds on Bethany’s body. As his fingers trailed over her the light sparks and tingles rippled over him. Her sweet scent embraced him and he leaned his head closer to hers. He set his jaw and squeezed his hand in a ball taking a small step away from her.
“What were you thinking taking on five of them?” Grum said trying to stop himself from reaching for her.
His tone snapped Bethany away from the fogginess that was taking over. She blinked and refocused on him. “Like I had a choice. The queen wanted to put me to the test. It isn’t like I could back down from that.”
“You would die in order to take a test?” Grum’s voice was laced in irritation.
“Does it look like my body is heavily dama
