His heart pounding in his chest, Elijah continued to hit the door with a force that caused the wood to splinter. The sounds of Seraphina screaming and struggling caused him to break the door, the crashing sound echoing through the dimly lit room.
His blood boiled and the volcano of rage erupted as his gaze fell over the scene in front of him. There were four men holding Seraphina down to the bed while she cried for help. There was no doubt about what their intentions were, it was very clear to Elijah what these men were trying to do.
Elijah's gaze landed on Seraphina who was being held against the bed, her dress torn, eyes wide with terror but there was still a glimmer of defiance in her gaze. Without a moment of hesitation and without caring about anything, Elijah launched himself at the nearest man, his fists flying.