Chapter Twenty-Nine
When Things Fall Apart
Iarion followed his eldest sister’s lithe form with his golden-flecked sapphire gaze as she circled him with her knife drawn. He remained still as she slashed toward him in a feint. He kept his own blade lowered at his side.
“Do you not think I will strike you?” Silvanonriel asked with a sneer.
“Oh, I know you will,” Iarion said in a grim voice. “But I also know that neither of us is interested in a repeat of the Kinslaying.”
Aside from Saviadro slaying Iarion during his first incarnation as Alfialys, no elf had ever killed another.
“You think that will stop me?” his sister demanded. “At least you should be familiar with your role as the victim.”
Iarion snorted. “Please. Spare me your bluster. Even if you could strike me down, it would only
