85: Metallic Tinge Of Blood

[Here's the bonus chapter!]

Beta'd by SnowyEgrett

Eyes blown wide, Lin FenXiang looked down at his shoulder, his gaze slowly crawling down his tainted arm, following the path left behind by the inky trail.

An unhealthy pallor took over the painter's face, skin turning to an uncanny shade of green. He swallowed audibly, various thoughts and possibilities flashing in his mind.

In a dizzying blur, the Marquess of Wales' eyes quivered as he stared — fixated — at his skin marred with strange, otherworldly even, incantations.

It can't be, he thought. It can't be. He took a deep breath, cold air filling his lungs as he bit his trembling lips.

Horrifying as it was, Lin FenXiang— or rather Drystan Meyer — was far too familiar with these marks tainting his body.