I truly loved you

The air cracked with raw, untamed energy.

Rhys spat a mouthful of blood, a sneer twisting his lips as he glared at Killian. "Slyvia is mine! This time, I won't let you have her. But don't worry, I won't kill you," he chuckled, a chilling sound that echoed off the stone walls.

"I learned my lesson. I won't repeat my past mistakes. I will capture you and keep you in a special place. I will keep your life hanging by a thread while I will live a happy life with my angel." He continued, his laughter growing more manic, "This time, no one would come between us. Not you, not that stupid bond mate, and not even Slyvia herself..."

Killian's expression hardened, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he raised his sword. "Do you know what happens to someone who talks too much during a fight?" he sneered.

"They die!" he roared, lunging forward with his weapon.