At first both Yul and Magnus were taken aback and then when they understood what he meant, they barked a laugh. "You are smart, Lazarus!" said Magnus. "No wonder you agreed to that vow so easily."
Lazarus shrugged. He gazed at the unconscious woman lying on the floor. She was curled with her hands on her stomach. She was lying in a pool of blood. The rejection had made her body not only writhe in pain her magic reacted against it. It tried to come out to grab its mate to whom it was tethered to and in the process, it ruptured her skin. There were too many bruises and wounds on her body. Blood flowed from her mouth and nose. "Call the maid to look after her. Tomorrow is a big day."
