THE LYCAN KING AND HIS HUNTED LUNA
“I am not easily swayed, Your Grace. I know Cain is dangerous, and I will not let him get inside my head.”
Constantine’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Good. You must remember who your true allies are. Freya and Felicity may have created you with dark magic, but I hold far more power than you can fathom. I can undo any spell they cast, including the one that makes you think you are some kind of god.”
Vaemond’s eyes narrowed, feeling a sense of unease at her words. “What do you mean, Your Grace?”
Constantine leaned forward, her voice low and commanding. “I mean that your power comes from me. You are nothing without my magic coursing through you. If I choose to, I can take it all away.”
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