Chapter 8 – Shelter in the Citadel
(Elena’s POV)
The night was broken by my scream.
A flash of silver light came out of my chest before the Shadowborn could touch me. It pushed him back so hard that the ground shook. They hissed and ran away as the light around me grew brighter, like a storm of moonfire.
After that, everything went dark.
The last time I looked outside, I wasn't in the SUV. In my breath, I could smell wet stone and pine. There was a small fire nearby that cast shadows on the tall gray stone walls. It hurt my head and made my body feel heavy.
I got up. "Where—"
"Don't move."
The voice of Lucian. It was quiet, but sharp enough to cut through the haze.
He was leaned against the wall next to me. His shirt was torn, and his arm was black with blood. I couldn't read his
