As he pulled her, Elara winced but said nothing, biting back the retort on her tongue. His touch was like ice, and she could feel the lingering sting on her skin. She wondered if she would ever get used to that feeling.
Magnus, who had been observing the entire exchange in silence, stepped forward as Ravenor positioned Elara in place, her body trembling slightly under his forceful grip. He had led her to a carved spot on the floor, marked with symbols that seemed to vibrate faintly with dark energy.
"Stand still," Ravenor commanded, his voice hard as he released her arm and moved to his own position on the opposite side of the altar. Elara stood frozen, her heart racing as she stared at the dagger lying between them.
