CHAPTER 275

GISELL'S POV

The clawed hand hovered, trembling, inches from Zarkhan’s throat. The red haze in my mind screamed Kill him. The command was a thick, oily sludge coating every thought.

Fight it.

But how? Maxton’s will was a steel cable wrapped around my spine. My muscles obeyed him, not me. Zarkhan’s ...

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