Elara's POV
Lilith crumpled to the ground with a thud, blood smearing her cheek, her lips split, and unconscious.
No one moved at first.
I clenched my fists so tightly my nails threatened to break skin, and my breath became sharp and ragged. My body still buzzed with power, and Nyx—goddess!—she was prowling behind my mind, ready to finish what we started.
The only sound I heard at this moment was my shallow breathing and the frantic pounding of my heart against my ribs. My hands were still trembling, the imprint of Lilith's throat vivid against my palm.
"She deserves worse," Nyx growled in my mind.
The image from the vision was scorched into my mind, rattling us to our core. Lilith standing over Kieran's dead body didn't sit well with us. It felt like fire in my lungs.
