Adrian’s POV
“Did you just call my Queen a corpse? And what the hell do you mean she’s not my mate? Speak…before I make you regret it.” My voice cracked through the room like a gunshot.
Her silence almost drove me mad and I lunged at her, claws fully extended, ready to tear the truth out of her throat. Thomas threw himself between us, arms out, barely stopping me from shredding her.
“Your majesty…” he said, as though begging me to calm down.
My hand flew to my neck on instinct, fingers clawing at the spot where she’d sunk her teeth into me yesterday.
Nothing. Completely gone. Like it had never existed.
The spot was now replaced by smooth skin. No raised mark. No scab. No trace of the fresh claiming bite that had been burning there hours ago.
Why does this keep happening?
Panic sl
