---- She left the witch at the edge, then walked out through the front like she was just going for a stroll. One of the patrolling warriors approached and asked if everything was okay. Celia kept up her act, saying she was just out looking for her servant. But when she turned around, the soldier's whispered words made her blood run cold. "You mean the same servant who's bleeding out under your tent?" "What?" She turned pale, facing him.

She recognized him-the man who had spoken against the vampire and to whom the Lord had tossed a beheaded corpse. He stared deeply into her. Celia was shaking with fear... he knew. This soldier knew about her crime. "I don't know what you're talking about... stop being insolent!" "I'm talking about that, Miss," he said, pointing toward a spot in the grass. ---- The she-wolf followed his finger and instantly turned pale.

beneath the floor covering. "I didn't do it, I swear..." "Relax, don't get nervous. I'll help you hide it from the Lord and the Beta," he said suddenly, and she eyed him suspiciously. "But Miss Celia, I heard your father's looking to recruit personal guards..." "I'll speak to him about you if you help me. Consider it done," she

was used to manipulating everyone with her family's status. After all, who didn't know how important Lord Dracomir's adoptive parents were? The man's dark eyes sparkled, clearly pleased. He never imagined hearing something so valuable during his patrol. So in the darkness, he carried the witch's barely alive body. Celia stayed behind and even made sure she was seen by some soldiers as she "searched"

into the thick trees surrounding the camp. He planned to toss her into the nearby ravine and let nature take care of the rest. No one would find her-and who would care about a simple witch anyway? Only, that opportunist had no idea he was being watched

he was about to throw the poor woman off the cliff, he ---- felt a threatening shadow move behind him. "Identify yourself..." He turned with his fangs bared, ready for a fightbut the enemy outmatched him. Rousse leapt forward and swiftly dragged the blade across the man's throat, silencing him before he could howl. The male's eyes widened, not believing he'd been killed in a

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