>>Aelin
The tension in the clearing was suffocating. The air crackled with an unseen force as Draegon and Ruoxy faced each other. His purple eyes burned with fury, while hers gleamed with malice and amusement. It was a stark contrast—where Draegon's rage was controlled and precise, Ruoxy's was wild and unpredictable, like a storm ready to tear through everything in its path.
I could immediately tell things were going to go down bad.
So, I took slow, careful steps back, knowing I wouldn't be able to interfere in their battle. This wasn't a fight I could win, but I refused to look away.
How was she still alive? Didn't all the monsters die?
