KieraThe sound of Alistair pulling his sword was like a screeching alarm in the room. Before I could even process what was happening, he lunged. He didn't even yell; he just went straight for Seline’s throat.I gasped, stumbling back. "Alistair, wait!"Seline screamed, a high, panicked sound, and scrambled backward. She was fast, way faster than a werewolf, and yet she barely dodged him. His blade sliced deep into the velvet of her couch, sending stuffing flying everywhere.He didn't stop. He turned, his face twisted in a look of pure, cold rage, and swung again. Seline was tripping over her robes, sobbing, crawling toward the corner of the room."Alistair, no! Please!" she shrieked, backing into the stone wall. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"He raised the sword, his knuckles white, ready to finish it. He wasn't playing. He was actually going to kill her.I didn't even think in that moment, I just moved. I lunged forward and grabbed his arm. His muscles were like iron, and he was
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