It was the tone and the way her eyes dropped more than the actual words she spoke that clicked in his brain.
Sorry.
Trapped.
A low growl started in his chest almost involuntarily and it echoed in his voice.
"Who are you?" She didn't smell like fae. But then this hadn't felt like a trap. His voice didn't raise, but there was still menace there. "Dark? Light? WHO?"
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Sorry.
Trapped.
A low growl started in his chest almost involuntarily and it echoed in his voice.
"Who are you?" She didn't smell like fae. But then this hadn't felt like a trap. His voice didn't raise, but there was still menace there. "Dark? Light? WHO?"