Chapter Seventy ▏The Balcony

⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼

Elora is here. She’s alive. Osman was lying.

But he’s also about to fulfill all his lines of deceit by ending her right then and there, before my very eyes, after I worried so much about saving her. And I can’t just lay here while all of that happens.

As quickly as I can, I get to my feet and intercept Osman before the blade can come remotely close to Elora. I pull her out of the way, flinging her to the side where she cannot be touched, then I turn to Osman and try to smack the knife out of his hand.

However, he steps back just in time and avoids my blow, still holding on to his precious little weapon.

That simple motion alone makes me realize how fast he can go, and it’s nearly equal to a wolf level. He ends up pressing himself against the wall, smiling at Elora and I. I position myself in front of her, determined to put her away from harm as much as possible, no matter what. My blood is singing with renewed fervor just s