The Lycan Ian struggled when he came to the surface again, the loud gurgling as he dispensed the infiltrating liquid in his throat, the laborious gasp for air, thundered against the foyer’s lime-washed walls. Seconds of near suffocation had sent him into near panic, and his body flailed at first, one arm reaching out, grasping for anything to pull him out of the water. The other arm was still braced around the woman he had sunk into the black cesspool with seemingly only seconds ago. The imposter. The one who has bewitched his prince. The pretender.
When the intake of oxygen finally eased the panic, Ian focused on getting out of the pool, his free arm digging through the milky water as he swam to the edge, towing the woman with him. Grabbing the granite lip, he noticed his naked h
