Back in the chambers, a hot bath was prepared for Yuta's still shivering form. After the soak, Lord Elrien draped him in thick robes that had been preheated.
"I can walk," Yuta muttered, flushed from Elrien's tender attention.
Elrien scooped him easily anyway and settled him on the bed, the heated silk sheets felt warm against Yuta's skin, and he couldn't help but snuggle into them.
Elrien's gaze remained rigid, his eyes found Yuta's throat again, as he had been doing and anger rekindled in his chest.
Elrien sat next to Yuta, and his hand hovered just above the obvious punctures. His fingers were trembling now.
He could already think of the first punishment he would give the rat who had escaped from the dungeon, plucking off all his teeth or removing his mouth cavity entirely.
Elrien watched Yuta's pale face with a worry that sharply contrasted the venom sizzling in his blood.
