Iris could see Ulzro’s gears spinning as he regarded Bristol and then he spoke gruffly.
“I have a gift bestowed upon me at birth. It is the gift of seeing a person’s aura. Far more than whether it is kind and benevolent, like my queen,” he smiled at Iris, “it also shows the root of a person’s truth. You,” he glared at Bristol, “are not good. While your root, the essence of you from birth, was once pure, it is not who you are now. I did not save myself to ever only be with my mate, to only have one lover, simply to be forced to mate with a woman who would f**k a fish truck operator in the hopes he would help her escape. You use your body as a commodity. Because you use your body in such a way, you believe it is not a big deal for other women to do the same. You hold no remorse in your soul
