Chapter 93

Ronan’s POV

She sprang to her feet, ready to weave another barrier, but I hurled my sword through the air. The blade sliced across her throat, and her scream reverberated in my ears as I severed her head. It tumbled to the ground, spinning to a stop beneath my boots. She was gone—gone by the method I favored most when dispatching an enemy. Now only one thought occupied my mind: I had to find Seris.

I sprinted toward where I had last seen her and skidded to a halt beside Malrik’s fallen form. I bent down and gently pried Seris away from his lifeless body. Malrik looked almost unrecognizable, his features twisted in the final throes of defeat. Pride swelled in me at the sight—pride that she had slain him alone. I pulled Seris close. Her breath was shallow, and blood seeped from a gash on her forehead, staining my tunic.

“Seris, please—wake up,” I pleaded, pressing her against my chest, my fingers tracing her ragged breaths. I willed the physical warmth of my a