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“What do you want?' I hissed. 'An apology? For me to crawl back into your bed and play nice, little wife?' 'Why should I want spoiled goods returned to me?' My cheeks heated. Tamlin growled, 'The moment you let him fuck you like an-' One heartbeat, the poisoned words were spewing from his mouth- where fangs lengthened. Then they stopped. Tamlin's mouth simply stopped emitting sounds. He shut his mouth, opened it- tried again. No sound, not even a snarl, came out. There was no smile on Rhysand's face, not a glint of irreverent amusement as he rested his head against the back of his chair. 'The gasping-fish look is a good one for you, Tamlin.” — Sarah J. Maas
What do you want?' I hissed. 'An apology? For me to crawl back into your bed and play nice, little wife?'
'Why should I want spoiled goods returned to me?'
My cheeks heated.
Tamlin growled, 'The moment you let him fuck you like an-'
One heartbeat, the poisoned words were spewing from his mouth- where fangs lengthened.
Then they stopped.
Tamlin's mouth simply stopped emitting sounds. He shut his mouth, opened it- tried again.
No sound, not even a snarl, came out.
There was no smile on Rhysand's face, not a glint of irreverent amusement as he rested his head against the back of his chair. 'The gasping-fish look is a good one for you, Tamlin.