Asar’s left eye flashed with a violent burst of light. I didn’t even see him move. One minute, darkness enveloped him. The next, Elias went flying against the wall. “Do. Not. Touch. Her.” Unlike Elias, Asar didn’t growl, didn’t yell. His words were clear. Four precise swipes of the blade. “It isn’t her fault,” he hissed, “that you can’t handle witnessing the results of your own actions.”
