Elara's POV
No, not something. Someone.
Andrew stumbles along after Kael, barely able to stay upright. His face is a mess of bruises and cuts, and one eye is swollen completely shut. His clothes are torn and bloodstained, and he moves like every step is causing him agony.
Kael throws him at my feet like discarded garbage. Andrew hits the ground hard, crying out in pain as he lands awkwardly on what looks like a fractured arm.
“Decide his fate,” Kael says, crossing his arms as he watches me.
I stare down at the broken man in front of me. This is Andrew. The man I spent years waiting for at the forest’s edge. The man I gathered rare herbs for, risking my life in the Wyvern Woods just to have something valuable to offer him. The man whose smile I treasured, whose gentle words I hoarded l
