“Yes,” he admitted. The beast had to die. At once the formula lost its spiral shape, then started curling from the bottom upward, securing Xanthus’ blood signature tightly at its center. “Follow my instructions exactly,” he ordered.
“Not here, you fool!” she admonished him. After each feeding Serena’s consuls were ordered to leave the castle and cause theabandoned bones to vanish. He was stranded in a nightmarish wasteland with a Heretical servantwho possessed the Paragon. Sayingnothing, Rafe pointed toward the shallow valley lying below.
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