"Please! Let me see her! Just once!" Rafe begged, tears streaming uncontrollably from his already swollen, grief-darkened eyes.
He had been waiting since yesterday, desperate to see Callis, yet every attempt had been forbidden.
When Kiev arrived at the plains where he and the knights had gathered, waiting for aid, the Mederian Prince had seized her from Rafe's arms without hesitation.
Even after pouring his mana into her and healing her battered body, Kiev had not returned Callis to him. Instead, he entrusted Garin with the task, with a cold warning that no one else was to touch her.
"No!" Kiev's refusal was sharp and final.
The Mederian Prince didn't even look at the healer while answering.
His rage had not diminished. It simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the next spark to ignite. The haunting image of his sister, bloodied and unmoving, remained vividly in his mind.
