Tola POV
"Open your mouth and drink it."
Adriel held the silver chalice against Betty's lower lip. The metallic scent of blood and burned rosemary hit the back of my throat. My throat. I was inside her mind, but the skin belonged to me now.
"Do not touch her," Mitchell snarled. His knuckles were raw, dripping red onto the stone floor of the ritual hall. He stepped forward, his heavy boots clicking against the granite. "She is my mate. I am the one who marked her. I decide what she drinks."
"You forced that mark, Mitchell," Adriel said. He did not turn around. His shoulders stayed rigid under his dark wool coat. "You did not fix her. You just locked the witch inside the cage with us."
"I did what I had to do," Mitchell said.
I forced Betty's fingers to twitch. My muscles felt like lea
