Thick fingers dug into Clare's nape torching her skin like a skillet burn stopping her in her tracks. Turning to punch the person, she came face to face with a pissed off Kalbreal. Teeth grinding as the burn worsened but he didn't let go, she growled, "Lemme go." He pushed her slightly but it was enough that she fell down, hard.

Kalbreal pulled out a sword, his voice a loud commandment as he ordered, "Gastav." No second wasted, he plunged it into the Tempters brain. Feet slightly ...