Vaelora's POV“Ugh!”I twisted his fingers until they bent at an unnatural angle and yanked his arm forward, dragging his entire weight beneath me before flinging him onto the floor.His back hit the stone with a sickening thud. His eyes bulged, a strangled cough tearing from his throat as spit dribbled down his chin.I bent down and grabbed the sword from its sheath.By then, the man inside the cell had been alerted by the noise and stopped what he was doing. He turned toward me, confusion flashing across his face.“Vaelora? Why are you here? Did my sister send you?” he asked, pushing himself to his feet.I did not answer. My grip tightened around the sword, the leather wrapping squeezing into my palm as I walked toward him.Seeing this, his hand groped blindly for a weapon, but instead brushed against the heated iron. A sharp hiss escaped him as the smell of burnt skin filled the air. He jerked back, cursing loudly, clutching his reddened hand.While he stared at the burn, swearing,
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