Chapter 91 Is There A Cure?

• I wouldn't say I didn't love it. I drank it all down, taking the ones that slipped with my index and sucking it in like a starved man. Panting, I looked up at him, with flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
• Drake smirked. Reaching for my cheeks, he rubbed a circle on them with his right thumb. “You sure as hell know how to use your mouth, Palt. You will be the death of us someday.” He muttered those last words like he didn't wish to say it, but had to.
• I grinned at that. It seemed Drake could see the future. I would be their death. Soon, after everything is done, I will avenge my mate, the same one they killed.