#Chapter 98: Tending Nyktos’s Wounds

I am struck speechless by the sheer amount of bruises covering Nyktos’s bare chest. His usual attractive physique is hidden behind splotches of red and purple. Angry, swelling marks and cuts with drops of blood.

“This is a lesson?” I ask. Outrage swirls inside of me, making my gut clench uncomfortably. I want to find out whoever did this to him and return the favor tenfold.

I have questions and I