Chapter 9

Blake’s POV

As I tightened my grip on the table’s edge, trying my best to endure the waves of unbearable pain that assaulted my body, the door of my hotel room suddenly opened.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked, holding a bowl of dark medication toward me.

Arthur Pent was my personal physician and best friend.

I waved a hand at him, indicating that I was fine.

“Take the medication!” Arthur said while forcing the bowl to my lips. I guzzled it and the gnawing pain had subsided for the time being.

“How the hell did you get poisoned? You’re not one to be so careless,” Arthur asked.

I looked up at him and noticed the hint of concern in his eyes. After a moment’s silence, I answered, “I took the poison voluntarily.”

“Are you mad?” Arthur yelled. “You’re our King! If anything happened to you, what the hell are we supposed to do? What would happen to Silver Pack?”

I clenched my fists. “I had no choice. They threatened me with her life.”

“Whose life?” Arthur asked with furrowed brows.

“Dean Bake