Eryx POV
I gave Lincoln a sharp look, the kind that needed no further explanation.
“Take him,” I said coldly. “Lock him in the cell. I don’t want him waking up anywhere near these females.”
Lincoln nodded once, his jaw tight. He bent down, hauled Eran’s unconscious body over his shoulder, and headed out without another word. The heavy doors shut behind them, the sound echoing through the hall. It didn’t bring me relief, not entirely, but it stopped the immediate chaos.
I turned back to the room.
The females stood together now, no longer scattered in panic. Their shoulders were still tense, eyes alert, but the raw terror had softened into cautious awareness. They watched me carefully, measuring me, deciding whether I was truly what I claimed to be.
My gaze settled on the blonde female
