Chapter 30

Aemon

The door slams shut behind me.

The guard’s boots echo down the corridor, taking Blake farther from us. Away from the mess.

Good.

Because I’m about to make it worse.

Blake’s perfect scent still clings to me. Soft. Sweet. Mine.

But Astrid’s blood is fresher, fouler. The she-wolf’s pois...

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