Aria’s POV

Dorian swept fast into the scene and thwarted Selene's sword. The clanging noise of steel grinding steel crackled in the air.

Selene was forced back, her arms swinging with a recoil as her sword rolled back to her side.

“Get away, boy, before I kill you,” she snarled, lifting her sword again.

Dorian shook his head, tousling his curls. He retracted his fingers as he folded them tighter on his sword. His back was rigid, muscles relaxed and flexing, ready for battle.

“You ...