Tatiana was slipping in and out of consciousness.
She could feel someone try to touch the dagger she had planted into her neck, and heard someone advising them against it rather harshly, claiming it would do more harm than good.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t even open her eyes to look at who had her surrounded. It hurt. Trying to send a powerful message to Liam hurt her greatly. And her wolf was whimpering feebly in her head.
She hoped death would come quickly or stop hanging around in the air. Its smell was almost hideous. Or was that the smell of her blood?
She didn’t know how long she had been out but the next time she tried to open her eyes, she managed somewhat.
“Thank god you’re not dead, princess Tatiana,” the woman sitting beside her uttered in obvious relief.
Well, I wish
