~Serah POV~
Dozens of weapons tilted toward him in answer and my heart jumped into my throat, I saw the rage in his eyes, the thirst that made his fangs gleam sharper he would kill them all if they dare him.
"No!" I screamed, stepping forward, chains of fear and guilt binding me. "Please, don't hurt him I'll go with you."
"Serah!" Tristan's roar shook me to my core, but the moment my wrists were bound, the choice was made.
They dragged me through the manor gates like a criminal, the chains heavy on my ankles, my gown torn and plastered to my skin every step hammered shame deeper into my chest.
The hall doors yawned open and Jethro stood at the far end, tall and regal in his black cloak, gold crown glinting on his head and at his side... Lydia, draped in silk, her smirk painted across her perfect face.
And my father stood before them both, his expression carved from stone.
