eon

d on the woman who called herself Florence. She

the ugly scar on her face

omposition of my poison with a single glance, a feat m

Phantom Healer. She was my on

cloud, dark tendrils of blackness seeping f

, the black poison and steam

presence, her aura becoming pur

hin me, my wolf, the beast I kept chained in the darke

i

ess, a broken thing. How could she trigger my mate-bond

s more valuable than I could have

her at her w

eyes snapped open. They were clear, like polish

against the stone wall of the spring. My voice was steel, an unbreakable

, yet her eyes held no fear. Instead

iercing pain erupted at my

er needles were embedded in my flesh

had

ke wildfire. My strength vanished. The hand g

e warrior who had survived countless battles,

a physical thing,

g in the moonlight. She looked down at me, her eyes

ingers began t

ed over me. "What are you doing?" I

inner pocket and waved them in front of my fa

she began to untie the sash o

I roared, my

from my shoulders. She wrapped it around her own bo

ild. "Be a good boy and stay put, Your Highness.

earing my robe, leaving me half-naked and pi

s a

nsumed me. I swore an oath to the moon above. I

wo most trusted men, Je

f at the sight of me. They quickly helped m

er, my voice a low growl. "Send word. Lock down the capital. I want a city-wi