Chapter8 WOLFSBANE

Zara’s POV “I feel like storming to hell and killing those bastards again and again!” Dy fumed through gritted teeth. “Relax Dy. If it makes you feel better, your brother did a fine job of giving them hell before they actually reached that place,” I chuckled. “Princess, I am just so worried. They injected that crap load of poison into you. It could have killed you!” Dy worriedly said. I winced when Ingrid made another cut in my abdomen and the deadly Wolfsbane trickled down like a silver stream out of my flat stomach. “I will personally torture those fucking hooligans for dealing with such stuff,” Dy cursed angrily as he watched Ingrid prepare another patch to remove the silvery poison. “Cool down, Dad. We will clean up this drug dealing business soon,” I assured him. “The problem is magnifying with each passing day, princess. If cocaine and marijuana were not enough then Wolfsbane in quantities limited to 0.001 mg and lower have started doing the rounds in the public domain of the sup