Chapter 28; Royal Mess-Up

THRYSTAN

Arwyn lay limp in my arms, her breathing slow, her eyes tightly shut. I knew she wasn't dead; those bastards had only put a sedative on her to keep her asleep for hours. But I couldn't help but worry if she was truly alright. What if the cloth was laced with something more sinister? They had intended to take her far away. But where, and why?

Arwyn’s conversation with Pete was something I fully intended to question her about when she woke.

Elaria had already knocked out Pete’s goons, leaving the brigand himself to grunt and struggle against her powers. I'd never seen such fierceness in her eyes before. It was raw, defensive, and angry. Her fingers moved with a precise grace as she manipulated every muscle in his body, bending him to her will.

"Who are you, girl?" Pete grunted, his voice gravelly and strained.

"The daughter of your sworn enemy," Elaria sneered, her eyes narrowing. "Gaelan Thorian."

Pete's eyes widened, the name striking him like a physical blow. Recognition spr