Elina XIV

Damonq’s fingers settled around her ankle like a vise. "Elina, step back into the house. Leave the door open, but get inside. If they try to get to you, slam the door shut. They cannot enter without an invitation."

She knew that. It made sense. She could save herself. Hide in her house. Watch Damonq die right in front of her. She shook her head and tried to take a step toward the waiting creatures, five of them. Far too many for an ancient, even one with Damonq’s skills, let alone one torn up the way he was.

Damonq flowed to his feet. She had no idea how. None. He shouldn't be alive, let alone standing. He literally shoved her into the doorway. "Stay put. You try to leave and I will have no choice but to stop you."

She glared at him. "They'll kill you. You can't fight them." She took one step toward him, determined to fight with him. If he was going to die for her, then she could do the same for him. Except, she couldn't move. Her foot ran into some kind of invisible barrier. She reac