Foul Stone

LYSANDRA’S POV

"Your Highness—" The Lycan woman dropped to one knee, the sudden movement reeking of desperation. Her bloody sword slipped from her shaking fingers, sinking into the deep mud beside her boots with a wet thud. "Your Highness, she's—"

I barely registered her pathetic excuse. My world narrowed to the crushing reality of being trapped against Varek's solid chest. I was hyper-aware of