Chapter Seventy Six

NOLA REYNOLDS

I gasped, sputtering until I'd managed to hack the clot of black goo out, blinking away the oily slime with a profound measure of disgust until the Lycan’s face came into view.

”Nola, Are you okay?” Hector panted, his shoulders bowing forward as the split face of Esmeralda’s Gorgon fell to the earth with a wet splat, and I saw where the Lycan had clutched one half-shifted hand to his abdomen, the claws he’d used to burst the old maiden’s head pressed into the hole where his skin was overflowing with blood.

So much red, the king was losing a lot of his essence!

It shouldn't have been possible that the Lycan was able to stand and half-shift the way he had been this whole time, I gulped reflexively, unable to look into the smoky daze of his gray eyes.

I nodded, “Yes, I-I am,” I breathed, raking my eyes over the man’s face as his gold-brown eyelashes fluttered with relief and the hole that had been burning in my heart sagged wider as he bowed forward, leaning heavily into my