Chapter 317

There was no way this could be happening. Because this right here was one of my top ten worst nightmares: Drio with a lethal gleam in his eye carrying my half-goblin best friend off to be tortured. Or maybe she'd already been tortured, judging from how beat-up she looked. Whatever, this had to be the drugs. What I'd run into couldn't've been Drio's abs, but a wall. Yeah. Damn it, I wish that magic suppressant didn't take so long to clear my system.

I rubbed my fists into my eyes hard enough to make myself see stars. "I am Nava Liron Katz. My parents are - "

"What are you babbling about?" Drio said, his Italian accent more pronounced in his irritation.

I snapped my lids open, scanning him for some hooves or a nice set of fangs to prove this was another hallucination, but all I got was an unyielding reality.

Drio stood there, all deadly arrogance, dressed in head-to-toe black. He had an iron blade angled at Leo's carotid artery, which pulsed faintly in her throat.