The Reaper’s naked flesh was mottled with red splotches, dried black specks. In a few places his body oozed a bluish substance the Shadowlords knew was ghoret fluid. Morrigunia stepped back to allow the healers in the thick white suits to come forward. Attired in a copper gown that swept to the floor—it was hard to look away from Her beauty. When She appeared to be satisfied with what the healers were doing, She exited the quarantine room and came to stand with the Shadowlords. “It was touch and go with him,” She said. “The ghoret bitch was not quite incapacitated when I drew her out. She bit him on the shoulder, punishing me for having destroyed her young.” She shrugged Her elegant shoulders. “As a mother, I could overlook that. As Phelan’s protector, I could not. The bitch suffered before I fried her to a crisp. Thankfully I managed to get the hellion inside him before the venom could spread. The little fledging was safely removed and is nestled within me. I have just the future Reaper to which to give my brave little warrioress.”
