Chapter 140: Blood on Moonstone

Elira

Felix circled me slowly, his massive black sword spinning loosely, almost casually, in his hand. His footsteps made no sound at all on the slick, moonlit stone floor; every movement he made was measured and almost insultingly lazy.

“Bold little wolf,” he purred, his voice smooth as velvet but sharp as a hidden dagger. “Begging to die for the simple chance of freedom. I must admit, I almost admire that kind of foolhardy resolve.”

I spat on the cold ...