"No—no!"
Elyndra screamed.
Even though I couldn't see her expression clearly, I knew... she was terrified.
She struggled violently, twisting and writhing, trying to tear her neck free from Thalor's grip.
"Aish… how annoying," Thalor muttered.
His shoulders slumped as he let out a loud, impatient sigh.
Then he lifted his other hand, grabbed Elyndra by the shoulder and snapped her head in one swift motion.
I screamed.
Lucian pulled me into his chest instantly, shielding my face, but it was too late. I had already seen it, Elyndra's head torn clean from her body.
Even if it was only water, the sound still echoed in my ears.
"Am I being too cruel?" Thalor asked casually, not sounding guilty in the slightest.
Lucian clicked his tongue, "At least give a warning, bastard."
"Oh." Thalor nodded once. "Alright. I'll warn you next time."
Then he turned his head slightly.
"Sis," he called lazily. "Want to see something?"
