Chapter 129 His North
- Vladimyr's POV
- The distance between us felt like a taut wire—one wrong move, and it would snap into bloodshed.
- Draven’s grip on the trembling human duchess was almost casual, but the faint pulse of compulsion in the air told me it wasn’t kindness that kept her still. The human’s knuckles were white where she clutched her skirts, and though her head stayed bowed, I caught the flicker of her eyes. Pleading.