Phouka his but moved away. "I am sorry. I apologize profusely, Winter,
dear."
He could feel blod oozing up in the gash and the tickle of it dripping down
his back. He willed it to heal but it was a slow process. His magic was
unlike that of the prince or even Winter. He was a shapeshifter and little
more.
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Phouka his but moved away. "I am sorry. I apologize profusely, Winter, dear."
He could feel blod oozing up in the gash and the tickle of it dripping down his back. He willed it to heal but it was a slow process. His magic was unlike that of the prince or even Winter. He was a shapeshifter and little more.