>>Aelin
The basilisk lunged toward me, its sharp claws extended and teeth bared. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my body was frozen in place. All I could do was raise my arm in a futile attempt to shield myself.
I braced for the impact, but it never came.
Instead, the creature let out a strangled hiss, its body twisting mid-air before slamming onto the ground with a heavy thud. My eyes widened in shock as I looked at it, writhing on the cobblestones. A deep, clean slash ran diagonally across its body, blood seeping from the wound.
What just happened?
My gaze darted around the garden, searching for an explanation. That's when my eyes landed on Draegon. He was still standing where I'd last seen him, his purple eyes glowing faintly in the fading light. He hadn't moved a single step, his hands loose at his sides.
I stared at him, my chest heaving with shallow breaths.
Did he…?
