Chapter 31: Into the Black HoleAnaya’s P.O.V:Everything happened in an eerily slow motion.I watched Lance fall to the floor on his knees in front of me. My father let go of the sword he was holding and backed up, just as shocked as everyone was all around us. The sword was stuck a few inches below Lance’s shoulder, almost halfway down to his chest. For a few agonizing seconds, nothing happened, and then…I watched his shoulder tear in half, blood vessels and nerves snapping in half and his arm sagged to one side as blood erupted from the torn part of his body.“Lance!” Several people screamed at once, but I saw his body start to fall to the floor. I don’t know how I unfroze myself, but I was reaching for Lance before I knew it.I was able to grab on to Lance’s uninjured hand, but then Melinda was there beside me, holding Lance upright and pulling the sword out of his wou

Chapter 33: A MiracleAntony’s P.O.V:“It’s a miracle!” The healer exclaimed while inspecting Lance’s perfectly healed shoulder. “I’ve never seen such a severe wound heal so quickly! But, how is this even possible?”“Let’s not get into any details for now, Hanshaw.” I smiled politely at the older man. “Lance is better now, that’s all that matters. But, thank you for all your help.”“It’s my duty, Your Highness.” Hanshaw bowed his head before was on his way out of Lance’s room.We were currently at Sanctium, a dimension that was inhabited my all supernatural creatures. It’s a sanctuary for every supernatural creature ever born, without human influence. And it’s also the place where most of the Royalty resides. And I had to thank the Gods that the person I had wanted to contact was at Sanctium when

Chapter 35: The Final DecisionAnaya’s P.O.V:“Anna?”I lifted my lashes to watch Lance enter the room. His face was set in a frown causing lines to appear on his forehead. Even so, he looked stunning. Black jeans and a blue t-shirt with long sleeves, it threw the gold of his eyes into sharp focus. His hair fell messily on his forehead, indicating that he had been running his hands through them a lot.“Hey…” I whispered, too tired to sit up.Lance crossed the distance from the doorway to our bed in a few long strides. He sat beside me and took my hand in his, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist to measure my pulse. “How are you feeling? Your pulse seems stronger.”“Better. I should’ve called, I’m sorry. You came back early for me.” The sun was still shining, which means he couldn’t have been gone that long. And with the pres