Chapter one hundred twenty five

The Reckoning

The battlefield was soaked in chaos, blood, and tension.

Marcus lay motionless, his breathing shallow, his body battered. Dana and Hector were still on their knees, held hostage, and Alina—she was barely standing, her wrists raw from the silver chains. Her eyes were red from crying, her sobs coming in weak little gasps.

Lucian's face twisted in pure frustration. "Why the hell isn't he dead?" he shouted, pacing back and forth like a madman. He turned on Alexander. "Didn't you just stab him?!"

Alexander, still gripping the bloodied dagger, frowned. "Yeah, I did! I made sure I stabbed him right in the side." He paused, then scratched his head. "Wait… hold up. The heart is on the right side, right?"

Lucian's eye twitched. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"What?"

"You absolute dumbass!" Lucian exploded.