The air outside was thick and stifling, carrying a metallic tang that made my stomach churn. It reminded me of the bloodstained magic circle I had encountered in Idris’s garden.
Tristan stepped out first, his movements deliberate and confident. The brute hauled me out roughly, and I stumbled as we followed Tristan, who was already quite a bit ahead.
Ahead, the faint glow of firelight illuminated a cluster of figures.
“Idris,” Tristan called out mockingly into the darkness. “Looks like even you have your blind spots. Did you enjoy my little surprise at the border?”
My heart sank. This isn’t just about me, is it?
Standing in the clearing, Idris and Tristan faced off, the tension between them as sharp as a blade. Tristan sneered, his golden hair glinting in the dim light.
"How amusing,"
