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"You shouldn't have... jumped into the fight like that... ggrr." Verak sat down on the grass, his back leaning against the tree trunk.

His hand was pressed to his side, face twisted in a grimace of pain.

"If I hadn’t, you could’ve ended up dead," Nana replied, unbuttoning his shirt to check his wound.

As much as it hurt his pride and he wanted to lash out at her, Verak had to admit Nana had saved his life.

Something was poking right near his heart, and he suspected it was the tip of a broken rib.

"I’ll give you my blood to heal," Nana whispered, leaning in between his open legs, ready to play her role as Verak’s mate.

Her claw was about to slice into her wrist, but even in this critical moment, images of Lyra seducing Drakkar flashed through her mind.

Nana decided it was time to be more seductive.

She lowered her top, revealing her soft breasts.

It wasn’t a scandal—plenty of bolder females walked around like that—but as the healer’s daughter, she had never exposed herself tha