Chapter 47 The King Is Wounded

• I laughed nervously. “I don’t believe you.”
• “And why wouldn't you?” I watched as he gathered his fingers into a fist as if he was ready to punch whoever left that flower and note to me.
• “Kal.” I blinked and swallowed hard. “I think you’re just embarrassed to admit that you left a flower and a note for your mate?” I smiled sheepishly and with the hint of praying that what Kallias just said is not true.