Mates at War: A Battle of Hearts
"There’s no antidote, Jericho. They’ll all die. And then you’ll be nothing—just a coward without his warriors."
He stumbled back, his face pale, his body trembling. "You—"
I laughed, the sound echoing through the hall like a death knell. "You thought you could tame me, but I am no man’s puppet. This is your end, Jericho. Enjoy it."
The hall was chaos—a cacophony of choking, bloodied warriors collapsing to the ground, and the dying groans of men who had once thought themselves untouchable. Jericho’s screams cut through the noise as he spun to face his head maid, Amara, who was rushing forward, her face a mask of panic.
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