ELIAS’ POV
Why do I feel like this?
Why do I continue to feel sympathy for this wicked female?
Why did this protective instinct still remain despite me knowing what she’d done?
I already knew the answer to those questions, but the situation was still mind-boggling.
After injecting her with the first dose of that hunter’s poison, I steered clear of the prison, avoiding it like a plague. I tasked Alistair with giving her the remaining doses in my absence because I feared my resolve would falter if I watched her writhe in pain from another shot.
Watching her the first time I gave the poison had almost wrecked me. No matter how much I loathed her, I couldn’t stand to see the hunter in pain. The primitive instincts that resided in me were anxious to help her. To soothe her. To protect her
