DEAR EX, I AM YOUR UNCLE'S MATE
A flash of movement behind him caught Annabel’s attention.
“Elijah?” she whispered in disbelief.
He was there, stepping out of the shadows, his movements slow but deliberate. His eyes glowed faintly, the same hue as the Nexus.
“Elijah!” Annabel called out, taking a step toward him.
The rogue turned, his expression darkening. “You,” he spat. “You should be dead.”
Elijah’s gaze didn’t waver. “So should you,” he said, his voice cold.
Without warning, Elijah raised his hand, and the light from the Nexus began to bend toward him, spiraling into a concentrated beam. The rogue screamed, his form distorting as the energy enveloped him.
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