Paxton
Everything hurt inside. Not just my chest, but believe me, that too hurt. But my entire body throbbed like I'd been lowered in a vat of acid. Every breath made me shake at taking it. "Erina," I mumbled. How much was I putting her through for myself being hurt?
"Sorry, but that little human of yours has already been taken to Eagon's room, Lord Paxton." A familiar mocking voice reached my ears. My eyes snapped open to meet the brown eyes of the woman from the fight. The woman who'd stabbed me without hesitation.
"b***h," I growled. I struggled to sit up but big black bands of steel forced my body to comply. It bit into my skin it's sharp edges unrelenting.
"Perhaps, but I know my place, and now you know yours. You know the rule is that the victor always gets the spoils.
