The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

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s bedchamber. Today's treatment was

. This time, I took out

is golden pupils contracted

sed the poison's activity. But the necrotic, poisoned b

ng was a primitive, barbaric practice th

me again, lying do

an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. The

I said softly. "It

de a swift, precise cut, l

-smelling blood began t

muffled grunt, hi

the poisoned blood was removed, without compromising his healthy blood volume. As the toxic blood drain

ightening up, a thin laye

es were brighter than I had ever seen them.

, searching for the ri

sign. Rest for two days,

nt, curiosity, and a hint of something he pro

chamber doors w

tormed in, her blonde hair immaculate,

isted into an ugly mask of absolute revulsion. Without warning, she kicked the medical bas

heard rumors you let a Dragonless peasant into Dragon

deon. And as for you-" she spat, her eyes like poisoned daggers on me, "-I could have you hanged in the court

the doorway. "Guards! Drag

for his men. Instead, he slowly reached for his shirt, casually draping it over his broad shoulder

voice was a soft, lethal drawl that

rom her arrogant face. "Gideon... I am only lo

. His tall frame completely shielded me as he looked down at

voice dripping with ice. "Let me make this abundantly clear so you never embarrass

ed at Gideon in absolute, horrified disbelief, the heavy