The Lycan King's Captive
"And that's…"
"Elise," I finished quietly.
My sister… my former sister… stood near the doorway, fully armored, her face a mask of cold disdain. She hadn't looked at me once since entering the room.
"We have fifteen minutes before the combat begins," Elise started, ignoring me completely. "Frostborn's champions are experienced warriors. They fight dirty, use magic without restraint, and they will exploit any weakness." Her eyes met mine. "That includes you, Elena. If you lose control again…"