Arlene's POV
I wrench myself away from her grip, sending her crashing to the cold stone floor. The impact sends fresh crimson spreading across the already saturated ground beneath her broken form. Warner and Linton materialize beside me instantly, their presence grounding me as chaos swirls around us.
When the former King witnesses her fall, watching the scarlet pools expand around her lifeless body, his fighting stance falters. Bernard Warner seizes the moment with predatory precision, doing exactly what he does best. His claws tear through flesh and sinew, ripping the man's throat clean out.
My head shakes violently as confusion crashes over me in waves. "I don't understand why she would do something like that."
Linton's voice cuts through the tension, quiet but sharp. "Honestly, it's pretty obvious when you think about it."
