ARMAND VOSS’S POV

The visions and dreams of poisoned blood spilling from a knife had been plaguing my nights for the past two days. I assumed that this was because of the attack in the royal resort and hence had pushed the visions to the back of my mind. 

Randale had dragged me into the chambers as he pushed me onto the couch, and we kissed passionately. We had been dancing around each other at the resort, making out and enjoying each other's bodies, but the ...