All I cared about was the villa, where the doctor and Sugar hovered like frantic hens. Sugar had revived, already fanning herself and shrieking at me, “You violent lunatic! You blood-soaked menace! At least you didn’t let him finish, thank the goddess!” Her hands trembled even as she barked orders.
But Marigold still lay pale, limp, lips slack against the pillow. Her wolf fought the sedative. She whispered fragments when she stirred—Thunder’s name, the memory of his touch—and every time she did, my rage clawed at my ribs.
I held her hand anyway. Rough, grounding. My wolf steadying hers.
Outside, the storm eased. Inside, I knew this wasn’t over. Not with Wolfgang. Not with the council. Not with her.
Not with me.
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MARIGOLD POV
I didn’t expect to be targeted inside the villa.
Thi
