CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

ELARA’S POV

I waited for the pain.

For the crushing blow. For the final breath to be ripped from my lungs.

It never came.

Instead, steel sang through the air. A sharp, violent sound that split the night apart. I sucked in a breath and forced my eyes open, my vision blurring as firelight and shadows collided before me. Alaric stood there, moving like fury given flesh. His sword cut through the attackers with ruthless precision, every strike sure, every movement deadly. ...