Zara’s POV

“I feel like storming to hell and killing those bastards again and again!” Dy fumed through gritted teeth.

“Relax Dy. If it makes you feel better, your brother did a fine job of giving them hell before they actually reached that place,” I chuckled.

“Princess, I am just so worried. They injected that crap load of poison into you. It could have killed you!” Dy worriedly said.

I winced when Ingrid made another cut in my abdomen and the deadly ...