Chapter 303. Too Much

TAWNY

"Come on, open your eyes." I try to encourage Mason, gently squeezing his hand. The healers have removed as much Nightshade from his bloodstream as they could. Drained his blood then gave him more.

Mason should have healed by now, but the dirty fighters had used silver-coated blades dipped in the venomous poison. They had stabbed Mason so deeply and multiple times that his body was having a hard time stitching itself back together. An indication that his feline was not present to help heal him. Not a good sign at all.

It was a wonder he was alive at all.

It made my blood boil to know they got the best of not Mason and other warriors, but also myself. It never crossed my mind that they would use underhanded tactics as they did. Lightfoot should never have got the drop on me like that.

I felt guilty because if it wasn't for me, Mason would have never been blindsided the way he was. He was coming to me when he was hit from the side by