Chapter 107: The Rules And His Memories.
Elara’s POV
“Darling, how about we go in and you can state what you want, hmm?” Liam said gently, sliding beside me like the calm before a f*****g storm. His fingers brushed mine like he was ready to support me… or teleport my ass out if I lost control.
I took a slow look around the battlefield.
The arena was wrecked. And I mean destroyed. Deep cracks carved through the floor like lightning had kissed it repeatedly. Flames still licked the edge of a collapsed column. The scent of scorched air and testosterone was so thick it burned my throat.
I turned toward the two men who caused it.
Lucian, bleeding and still smug like he hadn’t just taken some slaps to the face and a boot to the ribs.
Kian, standing so tense his muscles looked carved from
