Heldon’s stomach had thorns ripping through it, making him bleed bile.
He had to go help him.
“If you leave the carriage now to help him, you will seal all of our fates! Stay put.” Lady Sloane whispered, putting a clawed hand on his knee to prevent Heldon from bolting out of the moving carriage.
The braided negotiator opened his mouth to protest, but she was right. He hated agreeing with her, but he had to trust in Tival.
‘I’m sure Acera thinks that he can distract Vicente, but it won’t be that easy.’ Ryce said and Heldon’s rage surged.
“If anyone should be out there distracting Dastris so we can stop his claiming ceremony to his new mate, it’s you!” Heldon all but shouted, eyes glinting a cold steel gray.
‘He’s still my intended mate, not that snake,’ Ryce seethed.