Sapphire grew still at what she had just witnessed. “How did you do that?”
He lifted an eyebrow in her direction. “It’s called self-preservation. He would have bit me, and I don’t have time to play around with an antidote when I need to deal with you.”
“No,” she held his gaze, her eyes mirroring the stunned shock she felt. “You used magic to drop the stone.”
“Sapphire Rose,” he shook his head wishing she could stay focused on the moment. “I have some questions I need you to answer for me.”
She was shaking violently now as his hands rested on her shoulders. He was a warlock. She knew it now but somehow, she had missed all the signs. Her mind was racing as she tried to put the pieces of her puzzle together.
“In the amphitheater the first day I noticed you. What were you really doing?”
