The minions were relentless. Serena watched her plan of escape dwindle with each step. In Dillan’s case, staggered. The bleeding had stopped. Her bindings were secure, she was sure of it. But the poison found in the ogre’s claws, poison constant exposure to The Void produced, was soaking deeper into his body. He had been playing it off in an attempt to keep her from worrying. As if he thought she didn’t know about what being wounded by a minion would do. She was Princess of The Dark, of course she knew. She might not be fighting the battle on the front lines, but she hadn’t been lying when she had told him that she made it a point to know about every aspect of her rule. Down to what the healers did when someone was wounded on the battlefield.
If only the suppresser band wasn’t on her arm
