Chapter 70

The young immortal princess winced slightly as Darren poured more of the burning liquid onto the deep wounds across her back, her fingers digging into the hard wood flooring as she stifled a cry; the large training room now empty of all soldiers. Michael stood to the side, watching as his comrade worked to stop the wounds on the girls back from continuing to bleed; his misty black eyes locked onto her features as they twisted in agony. He had cut their conversation short when she became increasingly dizzy; almost forgetting that the soldiers had tore open the back of her dress. She clenched her jaw shut when her uncles comrade applied a burning cream to the already delicate skin across her back, unable to prevent the small cry that burst through her lips. Taking a long breath, she squeezed her eyes shut, praying that it would not take much longer for Darren to finish, unsure if she could take any more of the agony.

“Don’t worry pup, not long until I have finished.