Chapter One Hundred One
A room for goodbyes.
Third Person’s Point of View
“To all the people that could castrate-”
“Shut the f**k up before I-mmph.”
Blayze offered a soft frown to his mate, clearly solemn that he had received another pinch when he’s wounded. Leighton only offered a chuckle, hands crossing at the look of the King. He could still see the lingering fear that crept in him from knowing that he had almost lost his mate, but it seemed controlled now that Dyci seemed stronger than they all had last seen her.
“Sweetheart,” he frowned.
“You should thank them. They saved us.” Dyci sighed.
“But I saved you.”
Everyone let out a strangled chuckle at the words. It would be impossible to hear the man to thank another when it comes to saving her. Blayze arrived with such spee
