Chapter 61. War: pt. 1

Blood was coming out of Aric’s sensitive ears by the defending screams around him that were increasing with each passing second but he didn’t let go of the witch’s throat, her feet weren’t touching the ground.

The air itself felt carved by the sound — a thick, metallic tang of panic mixed with the iron scent of blood crowded around his nostrils, and each inhalation tasted like guilt. He felt the crowd pressing in from all sides, a living, breathing thing pushing him toward a choice he had not wanted to make.

She was going to die today no matter what! It was the only way to save his people and Kingdom.

He can’t let a witch destroy his life again~

Aric felt the moisture on his cheeks, they were tears, his own tears. . . The witch was hurting but something was breaking within Aric’s soul. He never felt like this before, not even when Emmeline left him.

There was a strange silence beneath the wailing — a tiny hollow that hummed under his ribs whenever he co