BARE YOUR TEETH
"You gods damned piece of sh*t," Elara hissed, scraping herself off the freezing flagstone.
Her ears were still ringing from the violent recoil of the silver seal, but the agonizing throb was instantly eclipsed by a flash of raw, unfiltered fury. She glared at the crimson stone hovering near her, clutching her scrapped, stinging forearm. "If Rector Coraline brings the entire Council down on us because you wanted to play f*cking games with—"
Mind your tongue, Roselarae.
The words didn't echo; they simply were. Ethon’s tone was perfectly calm—a smooth, dark velvet that carried no anger, only absolute, crushing authority.
The physical force behind it was catastrophic.
Instantly, a suffocating, iron pressure clamped around Elara’s skull. It felt as though gravity i
