Chapter 15: MORTAL ENEMIES.
Elara’s POV
I scrambled up like I’d touched a hot stove, almost tripped again, but of course...
Strong arms caught me from behind.
And of course...
It was him.
The wizard.
Still there.
Still smug.
Still grinning like he just scored front-row tickets to my humiliation concert.
“He really does land on the most interesting things,” he murmured beside me, glancing down at me like I was a walking comedy show.
“Out,” Kian growled, his voice so cold it could’ve iced over the sun. His hair was wet, muscles slick, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips and his eyes were locked on the wizard like he was two seconds from ending his bloodline.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, inching backward slowly, already sweating bullets from the heat radiating off Kian. Not the
