CHOSEN BY RUIN
I open my mouth to say something, surprised at the unexpected threat, but nothing comes out.
The healer- long dark hair tied loosely at his nape, brown sleeves rolled up to his elbows, pauses before snorting.
“Trust me, Dominion, I value my neck too much to test that threat.”
His lips twitch as he adds, “Besides, I wouldn’t dare cross one of the Draven twins. I quite enjoy breathing.”
Darian’s mouth tilts. “Good,” he replies.
I sit up, then face Ilias, “Thank you.” I breath out.