Chapter 11

Elara's POV

The candidate hit the dirt hard, skidding onto his back, and went still. Aidan stood over him with fire still curling faintly around his knuckles, fading now that the fight was over, sweat cutting clean lines through the dust on his bare chest. I could hardly make myself believe what I was looking at. Six years ago that same man had been chained between two stone pillars, half-mad, straining against iron, barely able to hold his own shape. Now there was no chain. No panic. No loss of control — only terrifying, deliberate precision, and eyes that had found mine across the field and hadn't let go.

Asta wriggled out from behind me and pressed herself against the low fence rail, utterly delighted. "Papa won!"

"You like this?" I asked, still trying to catch my own breath.

"Yes."

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