“You do it,” Darius said to Inca’s eyes.
Inca pursed his heart-shaped lips, and Darius knew, in his heart of hearts, that if they had been alone, Inca would have regretted not letting him die of the Luna’s poison.
Inca’s lips parted as he inhaled softly. Darius’ temperature went through the roof. He didn’t need the treatment anymore.
“Can you hear me, Noble Alpha?” Inca said slowly.
“Yes,” Darius replied, his voice trembling.
“This room is filled with traces of the bonding spell used during your bonding ceremony. We had to recreate the magic to confirm where and how it failed. Can you hear me?”
Darius lifted himself from the seat of the chair, the pressure on his testes too much to bear, but he held fast to the arms of the chair. Gripping with all his might.
“Yes… Spell...”
“Yes. S
