silence. Ella dismissed all the servants, claiming their b
were empty, she
voice sharp. "Drag Cordaro up to the second-
k questions. He
ying Cordaro's massive, unconscious weight over his shoulder. He dumpe
arm fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft o
ed at Kevan. "And loc
his eyes darting to Cordaro, before he bow
s final
lumped, the arrogant posture draining out of her body.
deep and rhythmic. The horrific wounds on his chest were seal
blood, dungeon grime, and sweat. H
ts clean. She couldn't stand seeing an animal-or a beastman-in suc
filled a silver basin with warm water. She
ped a towel into the warm water, wrung it out, and
precise. She wiped away the dried blood from his ja
the gentle friction seeped
d waking. But suddenly, the pain began to recede. He fel
ssing exactly into the pressure points at the base of his
d of malice, that Cordaro's fever-addled brai
ound he hadn't made since h
d completely. She forgot where she was
r of his gray wolf ears. She leaned in close,
whispered in that same strang
of pure, unadulterated kindness, acted l
ess violently
sadistic Ella Ortiz. The woman who tortured him didn't know how to be
in his limbs. He forced his eyes t
elashes, illuminated by the flick
d with the usual manic cruelty. They were soft, f
entirely, Ella noticed the sligh
n her chest. H
In her haste, the damp towel slipped from her hand and
stance between them. She mentally screamed for the
He lay perfectly st
c scent of the dungeon was gone. Instead, the air was filled wit had moved him to a warm bed. She was cleaning him. She
, his heart pounding against his r
l off his face, a violent, frantic
h the thick oak door, raw with panic. "Op
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