Chapter 148. Your Storm or His Life!

Eleanor had him suspended in the middle of the lodge, his body arched painfully backwards. Etched to the floor beneath him was a circle drawn from flesh and blood, and the runes pulsed faintly with each other glowing brighter with every ragged breath he took.

But what really had her frozen was the thread that hung above his head. It looked like a strand of pure light, no, pure death that ran from the runes up to his sternum. It looked so delicate, like it would snap with the faintest touch, and it shimmered like glass.

One look and Rhiannon knew it was insanely sharp.

Elijah’s eyes found hers. He looked pale, bloodied and barely holding on. Her fingers twitched by her sides, the storm inside her raging to be released, but she could not.

This was the trap.

If she did anything, anything at all, that thread would snap.

And Elijah would be impaled. He would not survive.

One of Eleanor’s hands was lifted, like a puppeteer controlling the thread.