"You!" Tristan snarled, attempting to pull himself free, but Rayven's control over the tree's roots was absolute.
They lashed out again, whipping across his body like whips, causing him to howl in pain. "What the hell are you doing??!"
Rayven didn't answer right away. Instead, he just stared at Tristan, his breathing uneven, his entire body trembling with barely contained fury.
The roots lifted Tristan off the ground, suspending him in mid-air, making him helpless.
He could barely move, the weight of the roots pinning him in place.
Panic clawed at Tristan's insides, a rare sensation for someone who had lived under the illusion of invincibility.
The Daha Tree's roots, coiling tighter around him, made it clear that even with the immortality borrowed from Ciara, he was no exception to its wrath.
His teeth ground together as he growled in pain, the crushing pressure threatening to snap his bones like twigs.
