Inez wanted to grow thorny scales and razor-sharp, slender claws like a mountain cat, with fangs capable of easily tearing beast's throats apart.
Then she would leap onto the table, flatten Earl Lomelan's head, pull out his spine from within, suck the marrow out, and remove the entire ribcage before torching it clean with dragonfire.
A chill ran through her bracelet.
What's wrong with her?
Inez stared blankly ahead.
She stood up abruptly:
"Excuse me, Earl, I have something to deal with."
She turned around and walked out the door without any concern.
Then leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
At this moment, profound fear surrounded her.
If she had not been able to control herself just now, she might have killed Earl Lomelan, or at the very least, clashed with Knight Gore, likely injuring him.
What on earth was happening to her?
Could it be that Pendragon had come back to her side? Was he tempting her...
But if what Mr. Hewitt said was true.
