Elara Wynn

“Do you want to die?” he said at last.

Then... he let go of me.

My body collapsed. He grabbed my wrist roughly and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, and he came after me like a wild beast.

“Then I won’t let you die!” he hissed. “Wherever he touched you, I’ll erase it! I’ll make your body clean—like mine!”

A sharp glint of light flashed.

A knife.

He smiled… and moved closer, aiming it at my skin.

But—

CLAK.

Something cold pressed against his stomach.

My ...