Broken by One, Desired by All
"You're the high mage of the southern court. Fix it."
"There is a way to lock it down," Gideon said, looking from me to the desk where Elena was just finishing the eighth point with a final, decisive stroke. "But it requires something that can't be spoofed by ancient runes. We need your blood, Prince Ronan. Your alpha blood."
"Take it," I said instantly, shoving my forearm toward his face without hesitation. "Take the whole arm if it gets me to him faster. Take whatever you need."