Kolton moved through the narrow alleyway, each step sending waves of agony through his injured arm. He gritted his teeth as he attempted to lift the wounded limb, stealing a glance at the damage.
Crimson droplets traced a steady path down his forearm, the metallic scent mixing with the stale air of the confined space. The throbbing pain made each breath a struggle, his chest rising and falling in uneven patterns.
A searing heat radiated from the gash, confirming his suspicions that the blade had been laced with some dark enchantment or toxic substance.
The memory of that sorcerer's attempt on Kimi's life flashed through his mind, causing his expression to darken considerably. Without his intervention, she would have fallen victim to the wizard's malicious intent.
The shrill ring of his phone pierced through the alley's eerie silence.
He paused mid-step, using his uninjured hand to retrieve the device from his jacket pocket.
