Chapter 150 Hungry Dog

• The days following the second session were a blur of cold sweats and crushing guilt. Fenrir was a ghost in his own palace. To protect his secret, he began to stay away from Sophie, making excuses about urgent border disputes and late-night council meetings. He couldn't let her touch him; the whip marks on his back and the bruises on his skin were like a map of his betrayal. He needed time for them to heal, time to find a way out of the nightmare Adonis had started.
• But the nightmare was no longer just in Adonis’s hands. Lady Vespera had tasted the power she held over the territory’s favorite son, and she wasn't ready to let go.
• One afternoon, Fenrir received a heavy, black envelope. Inside was a single note in elegant, sharp handwriting: “The storage room in the East Wing. Ten minutes. Or I send the recordings to Sophie’s personal tablet.”