The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 722

As the minutes passed and the strength to retaliate started to fade, Lyanna's face was flushed and her breathing became pants for air.

Poison King savored the sight of Lyanna writhing with discomfort on his bed as he sipped the bottle of wine at a leisurely pace.

“You look exactly like her,” he repeated. “You have no idea how much that turns me on. You'll be begging for me to take you any moment now.”

Poison King was in no hurry. He knew that the drug needed time in his victim's system to reach its full potency. When it does, she will be my very own nympho.

The fever arising from the pit of her stomach was beginning to cloud her judgment. For some reason, Poison King was beginning to look irresistible to her. Lyanna felt a mad impulse driven by a vast, urgent emptiness within her to pounce on him and have him fill her void.

Clinging on to the last shred of her rationality for dear life, Lyanna resisted her urges. Her lips were bloody from being bitten down to overcome the impulse. Shaking uncontrollably, her hands began to claw at her collar to dissipate the suffocative heat around her neck.

“Keep going, girl. Let’s see how much longer you can fight it.” Poison King leered as he took another gulp of wine.

At that same moment not far away, Jared stood up slowly and smiled in satisfaction at the corpses of the poisonous creatures that littered the floor.

Although he had not managed to break through to the next level, it had brought him much closer by allowing him to replenish his elixir field.

“I wonder how Lyanna is doing,” he muttered to himself as he gazed about the room, realizing with a start that he had completely lost track of time.

With a ferocious kick, he removed the metal door from its hinges only to realize via a glimpse at the outside world that night was already upon them.

Circumventing the sentries, Jared arrived stealthily at her bedroom to notify her of his wellbeing.

To his surprise, her bedroom was empty.