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Bastian’s POV
The first burn made him hiss through his teeth, but his smirk remained. The second burn drew a low growl, his body jerking instinctively away. By the time the fourth and fifth burns branded his skin, his chest heaved with suppressed agony.
The searing metal left the shape of our symbols scorched into his flesh—a reminder of who held dominion here. The scent of burning skin thickened the air, acrid and nauseating, but none of us faltered.
Theron, ever methodical, pressed a red-hot iron against the raw wound left on Viktor’s shoulder. The flesh sizzled as it met the heat, sending a shudder through his frame. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t scream. Not yet.
The next one, we mixed silver with vervain—a concoction designed to burn deeper, to poi
