"She's going to kill us all!"
Kael scrambled backward as Elaria advanced, power radiating from her in visible waves. The ground beneath her feet cracked and blackened with each step.
"Subdue her!" Zevran commanded, but his voice shook. "We need her alive!"
Two of the brothers lunged forward with shadow-steel weapons. Elaria raised her hand and they flew backward, hitting trees hard enough to c***k ribs. She didn't even look at them.
Her attention was fixed on Draven, lying motionless in a spreading pool of blood.
No. Not like this. Not him.
Through the bond, she felt the thinnest thread of life still connecting them. He wasn't dead yet. But he was dying, the shadow-steel arrow poisoning his system from the inside.
"Amariel!" Elaria's voice cracked with desperation. "Help him. Please
