Aria's heart raced as she struggled against her captor's grip, her eyes darting between Max and the rest of the dark elves, hoping for a sign of rescue. But there was only the sound of her own pounding heart and the cold darkness that seemed to emanate from Max.
None of the other elves dared to do anything, first of all, because they were scared, but also because of the blade placed against their leader's neck.
The discovery of a human male they hoped would repopulate some of their extinct tribe brought joy in the beginning, but why did he have to be so strong and twisted?
Sensing that this atmosphere of fear wasn't enough, Max made the edge of his blade pierce Aria's neck just enough to make blood pour out, but not enough for it to be fatal, she could probably stand up without harm even after that.
