Chapter 130:

Blood and Truth

Elira

I glared intensely at Felix, my breath still coming in ragged, short gasps. My fingers remained clamped tight around the handle of the whip, which was now my trophy. The skin of my palm burned sharply where the rough leather had scored it, but I refused to let go.

“Stop it!” I snarled at him, my voice shaking with a potent mix of anger and physical exhaustion.

Felix did not move. He stared hard at the broken chain in my hand, then slowly lifted his dark ...