Chapter 63

Becky rolls her eyes at me after she manages to give me the final stitch. ‘You’re the Lord of our coven, who's supposed to be strong and powerful, yet here you are being the biggest sook over a few stitches.’

‘You just gave me six stitches on my arm and another fourteen on my chest! So that’s more than a few stitches.’

‘The lion’s breath was supposed to make you brave and not sook the entire time. Must have been a dud bottle,’ Becky laughs.

I glare into her brown eyes, but she smiles, tucks her short brown hair behind her ear, and shrugs.

‘Okay, Becky, you’ve had your fun. I’m out of here,’ I tell her, taking my shirt from Soren and putting it on.

She purses her lips which are thickly coated with red lipstick, ‘Don’t you want to know why your wounds haven’t healed yet?’

I turn to face her, ‘You know why?’

Becky walks to the table and brings the well-made dagger to me.

‘This isn’t an ordinary dagger, Lord Talon. This dagger has been crafted to kill any supernatural. The spine and qu