Elena POV
“Let him go,” Kane gritted out through tightly clenched teeth.
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 struggling under his foot.
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 immediately twisted in pain as Draven pressed harder on his chest, “I-I wasn’t trying to escape, I swear.”
“You’ve had your trial,” Draven’s voice was clear, firm, without a hint of the rage I could clearly see
