*Gabe*
The smell of Estelle’s blood filled the air, and it was all that I could sense.
I was frozen in shock and fear as I watched her lift her head and stare at Charles. I’d only looked away for a moment. It was a novice mistake. I knew better than to take my eyes off an opponent in a fight.
“You look just like your mother,” Charles said. He was looking at Estelle like she was garbage, like it wasn’t worth the time it was taking him to kill her. It filled me with a rage I’d never felt before. He yanked the dagger out and Estelle gasped softly and put her hand over the wound. “But you’re going to die like your father!” He raised the dagger to strike her again.
The world went still around me. My heart was hammering into my ribs. The taste of copper was stinging my tongue. Estelle’s breathing was all that I could hear, and I could smell the fear that overtook her.
I would not lose my mate.