It didn’t take long for me to reach the house, overcome with anger, soaked to the skin from the heavy deluge.
Take a moment to calm down…
But I kicked the door down instead, thunder booming behind me.
There he was, on his feet. The shining elf, the most beautiful creature my eyes had ever seen.
You knew…
“Silvanus?” he said, his voice an exquisite melody.
You knew…
“What—”
I ran at him, grabbing him by the throat with my damaged hand, the skin flushed pink with healing.
“You knew,” I growled.
He kicked his feet, digging his fingers into the soft sinew of my healing forearm.
“Silv—”
I crushed his windpipe, the Heart of All hungering for his end.
His death meant half my freedom. When Aidan followed him, the shackles of these men would be gone for good.
Yes, I’d kill him. No thrall-making this time, only death.
I had to be free of him.
This is the end.
This is the end.
This is the?—
CHAPTER TWELVE
PARIS
Despite Silvanus cutting off my air, I killed the panic. My kicks were pathetic, and I needed to land a hefty blow to get him off me.
So, we were back to full-on hate, huh?
Drawing on the energy of the nearby flora and my training, I swung my leg right into his balls.
Wham! Perfect strike!
He released me, staggering back with a grunt. I hit the floor, choking on air. But like hell would I stay down here, waiting for him to recover.
While he cupped his dick, I sprang to my feet and made a beeline for the door.
“Stay where you are!” he cried.
Yeah, right.
I darted into the rain, my neck on fire from his attack. The storm was really going for it now, smothering the island in darkness. I could barely see where I was going, my heart a jackhammer.
