Viggo
The moment I sense Arwen’s pain, I’m awake.
One heartbeat: I’m asleep beside the woman I love. The next: I’m on my feet, power roaring through me like a storm. Our bond snaps tight—fear, heat, confusion. I don’t think; I move.
If anyone has hurt her, they’re dead!
I race through the corridors. I track Arwen's scent. I chase the echo of her magic. I trust the instinct that has never failed me.
She’s in pain. She’s scared. She needs me.
I slam the office door open so hard it splinters against the wall.
Arendil looks up calmly from his seat across from Arwen. She clutches her throat. Her eyes water. Her breath is uneven.
And that’s all it takes. My vision goes white.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” The room shakes as I speak.
Power bursts from me, shaking the foundations. Books ratt
