Forrest charged at Jacob, his every cell dictating him to defend his mate, but before he could reach the Firstborn, a thick wall of shadows blocked his way.
The dark tentacles struck Elene squarely in the chest, propelling her to the other side of the ring and into the ground. At the same time, swirling clouds of impenetrable darkness encircled the arena, severing her from the onlookers and leaving the Princess alone against the man who wanted to kill her and whose approaching footsteps were ticking like a time bomb.
Elene tried to get up, but each move was a struggle, her limbs restrained by the heavy magic.
“What are you doing?” she snarled, hoping to delay him with a conversation.
Jacob wielded shadows just as well as the real Aconite did, giving her the worst of deja-vus. She could
