Rion’s POV
The grand hall still thrummed with the aftermath of violence…blood on marble, the metallic tang hanging thick in the air, every eye wide and waiting.
I stayed motionless on one knee, one hand braced on my leg like I was carved from the same cold stone as the throne Edric currently occupied. My face gave nothing away. Calm. Almost bored.
Inside?
A furnace.
He wanted to feed her his blood.
His tainted blood? He wants his blood to run through my mate’s veins?
Over my dead body!
The block on a slave’s mindlink could only be shattered by royal blood…that much was ancient law, etched into the very marrow of our kind.
The palace might have stripped my title, my place in the royal hall, my right to sit among the nobles where that smug bastard now lounged…but it could never exi
