Chapter Ninety Nine
Duty of a mate.
Third Person’s Point of View
Blayze had never felt immense fear.
Looking at the lost and dead eyes of his mate was terrifying, his body shakes upon feeling that he might lose her because of the people who had openly exposed her to things she is not supposed to see. How could someone as pure and innocent as his mate venture on such a hard path?
“Sweetheart,” he called, his mouth shivered in fear as he soothes her. Blayze is unsure if she could feel him. The burn etched on his mark is long gone by now. “I need you to calm down. Retreat your mana. Let me kill for you.”
Dyci blinked at him, her body still fights to do what she wanted to, but the weight pressed on her is a force she could never hurt. Even if she was lost in the abyss of her thoughts,
