VICTORIA

Only a few seconds passed, but they felt like hours… until he let go.

The worst part? He wiped his hand on his leather pants like I disgusted him.

"I know you’re not from my realm. Don’t get it twisted—I’m letting you live so I don’t start a war with another territory."

He gave me that bullshit excuse even he didn’t believe.

"And since it’s obvious you freed your hands, heal your own wounds," he added, walking over to a table and tossing a little jar of ointment at me.

I was fuming.

How the hell did this insufferable male dare treat me like some kind of contagious disease?

"Fine, then send someone to help me with my back," I said out of nowhere, right before he could storm off.

Yes, it was true—I’d already slipped out of the restraints.

"What?" he turned, confused, but I was already hiking up the frills of my dress, leaving my legs exposed.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he roared, quickly averting his gaze when I was left standing there in my underwear.

"Treating the bite o