“Watch them,” Hadeon muttered softly. “I must say, I underestimated how brutal Reynard could be fighting. You were too busy running away from me to watch them,” he purred, stroking her cheek. “But when he was down, he kicked Brendan’s leg from behind, sadly not enough to break his bone, but enough to distract him and tackle him into their current position.”
Tears streamed down her face. “Please… You can stop thi–” Her breathing stuttered as Hadeon wrapped his hand around her throat, forcing her to watch them.
“Watch one of the men you love so dearly kill the other. You’ll remember this pain: how the light will leave his eyes, how the image will be embedded in both of your minds. You’ll never be able to escape the pain. He more so for doing it, and still losing you to me.”
She cried.
