Just my luck, I thought as I landed on the cold, hard stone floor. I despised elves, and now here I was, surrounded by their dim, purple glow in a place I couldn't quite make out. The chill in the air was biting, my breath visible as it curled up from my lips. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw Valtor’s glaring purple eyes staring down at me.
"I overheard you are carrying the Death God's children. I hope they will pay handsomely for their lives. If not, I will cast the infants to their deaths," Valtor growled. His voice was laced with bitterness and I felt my fists clench, making a crackling sound. He glanced over at me and I gasped softly as the coldness of his gaze seemed to douse my power. For a moment, I felt his loneliness—a tangible, suffocating presence.
I snapped a thick
