Chapter 28: Aftermath
Kieran looked murderous.
He stood over Alistair Ashthorne’s crumpled body like a god of war, untouched, furious, power practically vibrating off his skin. His sharp jaw was clenched, and his red eyes burned like wildfire. His fists were balled tight, and I could see it, he was about to finish it. Right there. One swift move and Alistair would never get back up.
But Selene got to him first.
A blur of blonde hair and lightning, fast movement. She shot across the courtyard and grabbed her brother, dragging his semi-conscious body into her arms. She didn’t look back at Kieran. Not at me. Not at anyone.
She just ran.
And like a well-trained pack, the rest of the elites followed, fleeing with the wind in their heels. Disappearing into the distance like ghosts.
I watched them go with a strange, hollow ache inside my chest.
They didn’t run because we won.
They ran because..... they feared him.
Kieran.
But there was no satisfaction in that. No surge of triumph. No taste of justice on my tongue.
Only blood. The scent of it soaked the air, metallic and suffocating.