Chapter 722 How Is That Possible
- As the minutes passed and the strength to retaliate started to fade, Lyanna's face was flushed and her breathing became pants for air.
- Poison King savored the sight of Lyanna writhing with discomfort on his bed as he sipped the bottle of wine at a leisurely pace.
- “You look exactly like her,” he repeated. “You have no idea how much that turns me on. You'll be begging for me to take you any moment now.”