---- Dracomir was a weapon, a very dangerous one. His entire body tensed like a steel wire. Isaw him look straight into that wolf's deep eyes, something evil flickering inside them. A low growl rumbled in Draco's chest, but I could hear it... and see it... He was extremely sensitive to dark magic, I carried it in my veins myself. The tattoo around his neck glowed faintly in scarlet red, like a branding iron burning into his will.

Trealized those markings weren't just for show, they had hidden runes inside. "COME. NOW." Fenir ordered, mercilessly pulling him like a puppet. "Dracomir, no. Don't leave me alone," I held him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist, pleading. "They're going to hurt me. You have to protect me." "You shouldn't have done something so horrible to Celia," he ---- said suddenly, pulling my hands away from his body and turning to face me. Those red, lifeless eyes...

I took that dagger from her -she was going to kill me!" "LIAR! DRACOMIR, END THIS NOW!" Agatha pushed him further,

what to do ---- later..." He ordered two of his warriors, barely defending me,

and gag her," she gestured to the warriors, who pounced on me to tie me up. "Take her to the square, to the pyre. We'll show our allies what happens to traitors," she told the men from the other fief. Gagged, I

stronger, or the fated bond that tied us? If my parents taught me anything, it's that no curse lasts forever... and no

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