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>>Aelin

The demons bared their fangs, their claws twitching as they took threatening steps forward.

"How dare he—"

"Unforgivable—"

"He's dead—"

The hostility in the air was thick, almost suffocating. A few demons surged forward, their hands ready to grab Ariston, their expressions promising punishment.

But before they could lay a hand on him, Drakkar raised an arm.

"Stop." His voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it. A warning. A command. The demons hesitated, their movements halting, "Nobody is to come close," Drakkar warned everyone.

"Your Highness," They protested

"I'll take care of this myself," He brought his hand down, "But no one is to dare approach Ariston."

Everyone was baffled by his words.

Then, without another word, Drakkar took Ariston by the arms. His grip was firm—too firm. Ariston winced, but Drakkar didn't loosen his hold.