Caeden's heart was pounding. The injection was certainly a step up from vomit, but the results sounded terrifying.

The wing, however--that was something else. Caeden's eyes widened as he looked at it, "You can't take that much," he gasped, expression darkening. "You'll kill him and he'll be useless," He snapped. As for how to use it? He wouldn't say. Rhys wasn't going to let Caeden go, unless it meant killing him. Rhys had lost his bargaining privileges. Caeden's only hope now was to cling to every little bit of information, revealing in the smallest bits and waiting for an opportunity.