Unfortunately for them, I was done playing the role of a pawn.
Desmond stepped into the room, making the healer scurry out. His aura was still as menacing as his features, but it didn’t intimidate me anymore. I guess that was one of the bond’s effects, craving his presence despite how dangerous it was.
His piercing cold gaze was fixated on me. I knew that if I asked him so casually about helping me find a solution for my heart, he would refuse.
“I didn’t think you’d save me,” I said while avoiding his gaze.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t save you, I didn’t care if you died.” Desmond’s face was unreadable, his voice devoid of emotions. They said you’d share emotions and thoughts with your mate, but Desmond was good at keeping to himself.
“All I did was chain you to me, so don’t act all grateful now. You’re an important variable in the plans against me, and I only want to throw my enemies off. Make yourself useful, your life is in my hands now,” he continued.
I wondered how much of what he said was true as I recalled him holding me close, caressing my face ever so gently while I was on the brink of death.