Chapter 76

The wound from the dagger wasn’t deep, but it chilled Drogo to the core — the blood that trickled from it was blue.

There was no doubt. It had to be the Nightshade Water — the magical brew the warlock Paiya Puli had tricked him into drinking.

The poison had spread through his bloodstream. It didn’t hurt or itch, but Drogo could feel it — a silent threat lying dormant within.