Chapter 23

Lysandra’s POV

“What are you—”

“Destroy the stone,” he cut in. “I’ll handle him.”

My eyes widened.

He was bleeding. I could smell it even through the cold air rushing over the cliff. His hand was still torn open from catching a blade meant for my throat, and the black blood splattered across his sword arm had started drying in streaks from everything he had cut down on the way here. Even his breat