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The madman's enchantment

Author: Gifted Hands
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-28 23:41:40

Lira's POV

“Marcus,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “You'll stay here, watch him.”

He furrowed his brows and blinked as if disoriented. “What?”

“Watch Damien,” I said, pointing towards Damien. “He needs a guard, someone he trusts.”

“My lady, if I had a choice, I would stay here. But you know the law. In the Alpha's stead, I take command. That means every decision and every defence…”

“He's not dead,” I said, my voice cutting through the tent.

Everyone went stiff. It seemed like I was crossing a line by the way I spoke to him. “He's not dead,” I said again, quieter this time. “He's injured so perform your duty as his guard. Protect him like you swore to. Leave the rest to me.”

For a moment, Marcus was silent. His gaze flicked from Damien and back to me. “Fine,” he finally said, with a low growl of frustration. “ But be careful, whatever that thing is, it's dangerous.”

“I intend to find out,” I said, already moving.

The path to the holding cell was lined with guards, some wit
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