Amelia's body felt like it was slipping through darkness, her consciousness barely hanging on as Elara's spell tore through her, pulling the scarlet wolf's power out little by little.
The outline of her body began to blur, her lead-weighted limbs unable to fight the binding magic wrapping tighter around her.
Just when she thought she'd lose herself entirely to Elara's grasp, a blast echoed through the chamber.
Dimitri had arrived.
His sudden entrance had the witches off balance; their chanting faltered as he charged into the room, his eyes ablaze with desperation.
He cut through the throng of witches with deadly precision-swift, relentless-in his battle to reach Amelia's side.
"Dimitri…" she whispered-a bare breath-but he heard it.
For the fleetest instant, Dimitri's eyes locked
