The moment their eyes met Emira's everything came rushing back. What had happened when they had tried to defend Emira. What the Grand Witch had done...
All three men stood up and stepped away at the same time... Emira was their true mate. How could they have fallen under a spell and pushed her away into the arms of the Dark lord? How had they fallen into this trap even while staying alert all this time?
Ignoring Ramona's soft look, the three men moved towards the edge of the podium, ready to step down. But the moment their boots brushed against the blue ring encircling the podium, the air cracked and an invisible force slammed into them and hurled them backward.
Zen stumbled two steps before catching himself. Kael hit the ground on one knee, stone scraping his palm. Lance barely moved, but the recoil rippled through his body, his jaw tightening as he steadied himself.
Zen was the first to turn. His burning gaze cut straight to Aron, "What is the meaning of this?"
