Ashane groans gritting his teeth as he forces himself to move, but he can't. All along he thought that Arin's telepathy would just allow her to read minds. He had not expected this.
Arin laughs wickedly, " I don't care if we have the same blood...brother!" she said glaring at him and grabbing his neck.
Ashane scoffs, " me too...you don't know how I despise this blood we share...cmon! being a demon isn't something glorious!" he replies.
Ashane presses his neck harder, and this time Arin raises her sword at him, threatening to slice his throat.
But when she's about to smash her brother an arrow flies hitting her hand.
Who's that? Arin turns.
Ashane falls clutching her neck, gasping for air, yet he knows it's one of his men that interrupted Arin.
" Get up!",
" Herve?", Ash
