IRYN'S POV

Fenric is standing in front of me now, and he's stripped to a plain black shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and his dark hair tied back at his nape.

Now that I'm looking at him from a little distance, I can see that there are two knives hang at his hips and honestly he looks... like a problem.

“Come now,” he says, but the corner of his mouth twitches, letting out a small smile.

“I'm not sure whether I should,” I tell him honestly, stopping just three paces ...