Destined mate
“This is who we serve?”
“Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.”
Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.”
Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling.
“I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”