Chapter 332. What Have You Done?

I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Get up, get dressed–”

“It’s four in the morning–”

Ryatt pulls the sheets from my body and yanks me out of bed. His fingers dig into my arm as I’m hauled to my feet. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

I can barely see a thing. Lightning crackles, briefly illuminating the room around us. I shake him off and cross my arms under my breasts, my stomach twisting as his face comes into view. Ryatt looks… he looks like something is seriously wrong. His eyes are dark and absolutely murderous, and for a moment I can almost taste the unburdened rage oozing from him as he turns from me, giving me his back.

“Ryatt, what happened?”

“What aren’t you telling me about your brother?”

“My brother?” I edge toward him, my brow pinched as I grab the robe I keep draped over one of the arm chairs near the now dormant hearth and pull it on.

Ryatt toys with his leather chest armor, refusing