Chapter 10. Wishing

Hate is a strong word. After being sent down to hell because of my vengeful hate towards my beloved mate, I struggle with the feeling.

Until one day I fall for King Armand and all I could feel was the love I have for the angel. No hate, not until my king was struggling for his life.

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"How long?" I asked Gaelan, the healer looked uncertain about his wound saying any poison shouldn't affect Armand this fast.

"Talk to the human, ask him what poison. I don't like to guess, not when it's spreading this fast. His feathers are shedding too fast..." Gaelan touches them, the greying wings looked lifeless already and he didn't get to finish his words when I was out of the king's chamber and went straight to the dungeon only to find Basilea was already there.

"Did you do this?" I ask