“Forrest?” Elene cried out, trying to see what was inside. She couldn’t touch the poison unless she borrowed her mate’s power and could control it. Even the shielding gift in her reserve, which she had borrowed from one of the Westerners, would not be enough to protect her from the divine poison. “Forrest! It’s me!”
The inky venom seemed to have a life of its own, parting before her feet as if it recognised her. She waited for it to make space before she attempted to look inside, her stomach churning.
“Careful there!” Joaquin warned her yet again, but the Princess couldn’t wait any longer.
By now, she knew that dark clouds of eitr needed a more prolonged exposure to inflict their lethal toll on an individual, whereas the ink-resembling substance could prove fatal in an instant upon cont
