Chapter 222

Elodie’s POV

Across the circle, the Rourkes were a portrait of absolute ruin.

Theron Rourke looked like he had been turned to stone, his face a mask of pale fury as he watched his champion—the supposedly invincible Northman—limp out of the circle in a state of utter humiliation.

Malakor, however, looked worse.

He looked terrified.

The smugness had been stripped away, leaving behind a boy who