e stone path leading

ht there,

g voice cut thro

nt, iridescent feathers that caught the sunlight. Her face was painted with aggre

, the tribe le

lder. The sheer malice radiating from I

ght back a piece of trash from the mud? Look at her

Cora to her feet, stepping in front of her

is voice was a low, dangerous r

ousy. She had thrown herself at Jagger for years, only to

e. She snatched a beautifully crafted leather wat

urred, holding the skin out. "My father sent the

didn't reach for it. The di

hifted her gaze to Cora, peeki

," Inell said, her voice dripping with fake pity. She shoved

er throat was parched, but some

trations of alien aphrodisiac herbs. Ingestion will

e screamed i

her to drink it. She wanted Cora to lose her mind in front of

genous 'Blue Flame Grass' detected in stone crevices at 6 o'clock. Chemical property: Reacts violently with alien aphrodisiacs, emitting visible

er fingertips brushed the leather, she feigned a stumble, intentionall

hit the stone. It splashed directly onto the cluster of s

the 'Blue Flame Grass', a viol

p from the weeds, carrying a heav

owd instantly covered their nos

m yelled, pointing at the pink

o Inell. The disgust that had been aimed at Cora

backward, her hands shaking. "I... I didn't kn

t care about

pped around Inell's throat, lif

ng at his thick forearm. Her face turned a de

o snap her nec

s daughter, the entire tribe would tu

she pleaded, h

through his bloodlust. Jagger's golden eyes flicked to Cor

he hard stone path li

ughing violently, tears

ng. He looked at Inell, then swept his

red, his voice echoing off the stone huts

arms, and walked away, leaving the