Chapter 1190 What Must Be Done
- Oakley
- “Fire Court?” Naomi steps toward him, wringing out her wet cloak. She tilts her head, and Fraser allows her to come closer, but she stops with a safe distance left between them. “Do explain.”
- He bends into a very mocking bow. “I’m shocked,” he drawls, rising, “that your kind doesn’t remember mine, unless they failed to educate you.”