Chapter Seventy-Four
Their words were sharp, but he was in too much pain to hear them. In and out of consciousness, he fell, his mind muddled with pain. Hissing for a shock wave had shot up his ankles and wrist, he groveled onto the floor, the restricted chains preventing no further movement.
Suddenly, the darkness surrounding him grew thicker and darker.
"Groveling fits you perfectly, Lycan King."
He heard the crackling voice of Queen Titania, a guest that would frequently visit him in the dark.
"What do you want?"
He managed to weakly growl out, the lack of food and water causing such fatigue.
"I have already told you, and I warned you."
"It was no warning but a threat."
Through gritted teeth, he spoke, but his words caused meer chuckles from Titania.
"I did, and I feel sorry for you."
"I do not need your apology."
"Of course you do not. You do not deserve anything, and in the next three days, you will die with nothing."