a P

gloomy room. Clara collapsed onto t

lief at the bloody stump where one of her fingers used to be. The sight of

e. "A mere servant, yet you dare to shout in my presence. Since you are a maid, you better e

hatred. "Kara Griffith, I am going to report this to the Duke an

I command

g her bleeding hand, Clara stumbled and c

ed at the extravagant food and wine laid out on the ta

ything all day, a

aspy voice suddenly broke the silence fr

a cup o

didn't move. A moment late

ch trouble, My Lady

e night with a man hovering between life and death. I hadn't expe

hought was that I was looking at a dying ghost. His face was terrifyingly pale, his lips

bone structure was striking, and his features were sharply defined. If he wer

he corner of Drake's pale lips.

hts and expressionlessly

let it drop, offering a helpless smil

sed to die for another half-month. H

is head, and with the other, I tipped the cup

I efficiently and unceremoniousl

urned around, and sat

aint rustling of sheets. I continued e

fetime of betrayal and survi

e body was completely paralyzed. And just now, under his closed eyelids, his eyeballs had made a swift, calculating movement.

leaned down. I leaned in so close that my warm breat

hat only he could hear, I murmured

an beneath me ins

o mine, and the air pressure in the room suddenly b

imordial dragon had jus