Kieran looked murderous.
He stood over Alistair Ashthorne's crumpled body like a god of war, untouched, furious, power practically vibrating off his skin. His sharp jaw was clenched, and his red eyes burned like wildfire. His fists were balled tight, and I could see it, he was about to finish it. Right there. One swift move and Alistair would never get back up.
But Selene got to him first.
A blur of blonde hair and lightning, fast movement. She shot across the courtyard and grabbed her brother, dragging his semi-conscious body into her arms. She didn't look back at Kieran. Not at me. Not at anyone.
She just ran.
And like a well-trained pack, the rest of the elites followed, fleeing with the wind in their heels. Disappearing into the distance like ghosts.
I watched them go with a strange, hollow ache inside my chest.
They didn't run because we won.
They ran because..... they feared him.
Kieran.
