Elena POV
“Let him go,” Kane gritted out through tightly clenched teeth, as he glared at Draven.
Barely a minute ago, before the last word even left the lips of Heathridge’s Luna, I felt a burst of cool air beside me.
By the time I turned to see what was going on, Draven’s seat was empty and he was already standing at the other side of the hall with Logan under his foot.
The harder he struggled, the harder Draven pressed down until the veins strained against his neck and he was struggling to breathe.
At the sight of him lying there, unable to throw Draven’s leg off, Kane started growling but Draven paid him no attention.
Instead he looked down at Logan as one might look at a fly that just finished perching on poop, “where do you think you’re going?”
Logan tried to smile but his face
