Vikka paced her room back and forth, biting her nails like it was food, trying to figure out what to do. How to stop the massacre that was about to happen.
One side was going to get massacred. In a fight like this one, deaths, she knew, were inevitable. But what she feared was that the ones who would be massacred would be Erik and his army.
She believed in him, in his strength. She knew better than anyone that he was a worthy general, and he was a fighter. But she had seen Draconis' eyes. The glitter in those red eyes. The love of inflicting pain on another was evident in his eyes.
And his obsession with her seemed so deep that he would do any and everything to keep her by his side forever. Including hurting anyone who stood in his way. Anyone whom he believed was standing between himself and her.
