CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

THE ASHEN COURT

XANDER MORTAIN

The power was still working within me. It continued flooding every part of me even the hollow ones.

Black veins spread along my arms and throat, pulsing with a different rhythm.

I could feel everything.

The fear rolling off the True-Blooded.

The astonishment of everyone present in the chambers.

The pure rage pouring from the man still seated on the table.

Prince Audrey’s eyes burned with hatred as he leered at me, his head slightly bowed in reverence even as he fought it. I understood. He had been prepared, groomed, and kept in isolation for this exact moment. And somehow, it ended up...