Chapter Sixty-four

Xeros Romanov.

The healers had tried every method under the sun to cure the children, even going as far as collecting their blood to examine the contents of the poison, but still no hope.

They had never seen a poison like that, and the more they tried to get their fever to come down, the more it spiked uncontrollably.

As the sun began to settle, it was very much evident that the only choice I had was to dance to Dimitri's tunes.

“You are not walking into that clearing by yourself,” he said for the tenth time, voice raw. “It’s suicide.”

“It’s orders,” I answered harshly. I didn't mean to sound like that, but I was already frustrated, and his insistence wasn't helping matters. “He wants me alone. I go alone.”

“Then take me in wolf form. I'll be hidden.”

“No.”

“Take anyone.”

“No.”

“Xeros.” Anakin slammed both palms on the table. “Cassie deserves to know her father is trying to trade her for the lives of children. I know your concerns, and they are very much valid, but you can't protect