C309 THE ALPHA QUEEN’S COMMAND

"She is faking it, Damon. I can feel it in my blood," Elara said. She was leaning against the oak tree, her breath finally slowing down.

Damon turned away from the muddy path where the Prince’s wagon had just vanished. He looked at his hands. The silver sword had cut deep, and the red liquid was still dripping onto the grass. "It does not matter if she is faking, Elara