ence

the man. He was sitting, yet the aura of power rolling off him wa

? That's interesting. I wasn't aware the Shar

he were assessing a new piece on a chessboard

Soaking in someone else's spring in the mi

ame is Gideon Carlisle. As for being a pervert.

cle, the "Iron Prince," who had supposedly been crippled by a silver

om Healer' in this area, whose skills are divine. Your appearance here, in th

r now. He'd bought this land t

, a mysterious smile gr

e. "You're wasting your time. This isn't a simple injury. It's a compound poison-silver dust mixed with the neurotoxin of a b

e appraisal in his eyes morphed into shock, then i

he royal court knew the exact nature of the poison. And th

coming a low, menacin

my veins was reaching its pea

e spring and began to unlac

s a whip crack. "Who gave

pple who can't even stand is tryi

y mouth when a powerful gus

his hand shooting toward my neck like a vipe

low crouch, his fingers grazing

s edge. His upper body strength and speed we

e Lycan bloodline was truly formidable. This world's lore spoke of it

ed me against the spring. Th

me detonated. My vision went

amping around my arm, pulling me against h

eyes open. I was staring

the grave. "Now, tell me your connection to the Pha

odds, I smiled. "Kill me," I rasp

fying second, the pressure buildi

body backward, plunging into the hot spring.

on expelling the poison, ignoring the man on the

lled with suspicion, calculation, and a flic