{Ciril’s POV}
There was a burst of action from the Dark One and me.
And then there was the furious sprinting before we both aggressively bashed into one another…
Back when the Dark One had been stroking my hair, he had unknowingly touched the skin of my forehead in the process, making me realize that I was immune to being withered by his touch.
So now, while we swung powerful fists at each other and I grasped his hand— his skin, nothing happened. So I hauled him against a pillar and smashed him through it so that he realized the same too. He rose up to his feet looking confused.
He stared at his hand and then he stared at me as I snarled angrily at him. He was confused by two things
— the fact that I was immune to his infecting skin and the fact that I had suddenly tossed him away like that.
I kept snarling at him now and then I settled into a low fighting position.
Everyone I love, he has either killed or turned in Ferals so I wasn’t here to play games with him.
He growled at me an
