Lucian's POV
"What should we do to her, My lord?" Jeremy questioned, his darkened gaze lingering on my injured arm.
"Tch...." I gritted my teeth in pain, my blood boiling with rage. "I don't know. Lock her up, or t*****e her if possible."
"What about your injury? Why isn't it healing?" Jeremy probed, fueling my anger.
"How am I supposed to know?" I snapped, breathing heavily. "She's too powerful. My healing process has slowed down, probably because I haven't received such attack for years now."
"But we should get a healer" Jeremy suggested. "My mind just doesn't sit well with this injury."
I inhaled sharply. "Fine. Let's see if you manage to find one. Now that we have the prophetess in our custody, we should move on to the next phase of our plan."
"The wizards?" Jeremy inquir
