C457 SAVE THE WORLD

"Hold him steady, Aria. The fever is winning," Damon growled, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade as he paced the small stone room.

The Young Prince lay on a rough wooden table, his body arching in a way that made the bones in his back groan. The skin around his neck had turned a bruised purple where the 2nd Prince’s fangs had sunk in. The venom was a living thing