Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: The Burn Stings? No Shit, Your Highness.

LUNARIS DUNGEONS

"Get away from me," Cassian snarled. The snarl lost most of its authority because half his face was melted and the sound that came out was closer to a hiss from a deflating balloon.

"I’m here to treat your burns, my Prince," the healer explained, kneeling beside him.

"YOU LIED. You knew. You knew he was a dragon and you let me put him in silver."

The old man blinked a few times. "Your Highness, the man was grey, unconscious, and bleeding. I treated him the same way I would treat any person."

The healer’s tone was the tone of a man who had spent thirty-one years not giving a shit about politics and was not about to start in a dungeon at three in the morning.

Tyler made a sound that was legally a cough but spiritually a full-blown laugh.

"I’m glad you find this amusing, Tyler," Cassian snapped.

Tyler pushed off the doorframe. "We need two things from you. Your face treated, and your blood."

"My BLOOD?"

"For your sister. Her blood loss is severe."

Cassian stared at him with the full emotional range of a man being asked to donate blood to the sister he had whipped two hours ago, by the dragon who had melted his face.

"Absolutely the fuck I will not."

Tyler didn’t even blink. There it was. The most predictable sentence in the history of Cassian.

"I thought you’d say that." Tyler stepped into the cell. "The dragon said if you don’t cooperate, he’ll kill you and take my blood instead for her."

"He’s bluffing."

"He snapped three necks in one second and branded your face tonight. At what point in this evening has he bluffed?"

Tyler let the question hang. It was rhetorical.

Cassian’s retort formed, met the memory of Kael Ashenvale’s palm on his face, and died quietly in the back of his throat.

"I hate him."

Tyler looked at the healer. "Tell him the other part."

The healer cleared his throat. "My Prince, you’ve been in silver for several hours. Silver suppression leaves trace amounts in the bloodstream. If I take your blood now, the silver contamination could harm her rather than help her."

"Good," Cassian muttered.

Tyler’s jaw tightened but he said nothing. The healer continued as if the prince hadn’t spoken.

"The silver needs to flush from your system. But the burn on your face is a more immediate concern. If that wound becomes infected, the infection enters your bloodstream."

Cassian connected the dots and hated every single one. Refuse treatment, blood goes bad, sister dies, dragon kills him. Accept treatment, give blood, sister lives, dragon still wins. The bastard had boxed him in from upstairs without saying a word. What a spectacular mindfuck.

His jaw flexed, tugging the burn and sending a wince down his neck that landed squarely in his pride.

"Fine. FINE. Treat the goddamn burn. Take the goddamn blood. But I want it on record that I am doing this under duress."

"Noted," Tyler said. "Deeply noted."

The healer moved in before the prince could change his mind. He uncapped a salve and reached for Cassian’s face.

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