Lose his temper over money? He had never shown this bastard any respect to begin with. Cinderaven hid the blood flower rain in his eyes, pretending to wipe his face as he folded his wing back. He glanced at the black-core seven-petaled flower blooming in Brett's pupil and turned his head away. His own Seven-Petaled Blood Core Flower was the most beautiful.
Having regained control of his body, Brett sighed in relief. He focused his senses and, just as Benelli had said, Fischer's soul had withdrawn on its own. He tentatively moved his hands to his sides, slowly curling his fingers. The bloodline suppression had lifted.
"Have you reached an agreement with Fischer?"
"More or less," Eliza studied Brett. "Fischer doesn't want to share your body. He's set his sights on the child in Roxane's be
