Eldur's P.O.V.
The night swallowed us whole as we landed deep in the heart of the forest, my magic still crackling around us. The air smelled of damp earth, leaves, and the faint lingering scent of Mai's fury.
She stumbled slightly as the spell dissipated from her eyes, and then—just as I expected—she turned on me like a cornered wolf.
"You bastard!" she snarled, her silver eyes burning with rage.
Ah.
There she was.
My Mai.
The fire, the fury—it made my blood sing.
She lunged at me, wild and reckless, but I caught her wrist in midair, twisting it behind her with ease. She gasped, her breath hitching—not in pain, but frustration.
"Let me go!" she spat, struggling against my grip.
I leaned in, my voice a low whisper against her ear. "Why would I do that?"
Her silver eyes, once filled with something I used to recognize, now held nothing but hostility towards me.
"You don't get to decide who I can be with, whatever your name is!" she hissed.
