Chapter 170

FEYRE

"What are you going to do about the plane?" We have been walking for a few minutes now, though we haven't come across anyone or frankly, any sign of life.

"Hope they all die."

"Okay..." I mumble, for the lack of better words.

"That way," he continues nonchalantly. "I can surprise the council with my return."

"So what? You want them to think you are dead?"

He nods. "Yes."

"Why do they even want you dead? Aren't you part of their little secret society?" I pull my hand away from him and wrap my arm around myself.

"Little secret society?" he asks with a laugh and I nod, smiling slightly at the puzzled look on his face.

"You're calling the most elite club of powerful men a little secret society?" I nod again, this time shrugging because I really don't see the big deal.

Zade laughs, throwing his head back.

I ignore how heady the sound is, how my insides are quivering from it. And damn, that look on his face. He looks