Chapter Twenty-Four
Pakua looked down at the wound. It was returned to its well-state. The garish color had faded and was nearly back to his normal dark purple. The angry gash was still visible but lightened. He felt not an ounce of pain.
Pakua turned and punched a pillar used for sparring. The pillar cracked and flew across the room. It impacted the wall of the ship and splintered into more pieces.
The pain was instant. He stared at the liquid pools of red that dotted his knuckles. He let the blood drip down onto the floor as he walked out of the room.
What had possessed him to take the woman unto himself?
He knew what possessed him. It was his damn genetic makeup. Even now, he felt the golden threads of the bond weaving its way through his veins, tapping into each of his chakras, an
