I swore, sheathing my sword and striding into the room, sparing a glance for the vials and vials of venom which had presumably been taken from Ford before he’d died. Basilisk venom to be precise, potent and deadly, a biological weapon coveted by all sides of the war. He was one of ours, but he’d been kidnapped almost a month ago, our spies unable to locate him until now. “Fuck,” I cursed, reaching the near-naked Fae and pressing my fingers to his throat so I could be certain. My gut coiled with a fear I refused to admit to myself as I thought of what Dragor would do when he found out I’d
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