Elian's POV
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[Warning! Survival probability: 45%... 42%... The Umbra beast is close, fruitcake. Really close.]
Elian swallowed hard, his fists curling beside him as he watched Lucian lift Aurora off the ground.
The princess kept on sobbing, her face buried in her palms.
Meanwhile, people in the bar began gossiping, as expected.
"You heard what she said? Her mate died." A woman whispered with pity.
"She looks like she's in so much pain."
"That's how it is for the Lunarian royals. Their bloodline prevents them from rejecting their mate unlike the rest of us. And if they die... The pain can't be compared." A man who sounded like he'd had too much to drink chimed with a belch.
Elian swallowed hard, his eyes falling on his right ankle which was still covered by his pants. But underneath it, the phantom ache still swelled with a bone-chilling cold that made him numb.
He couldn't take it anymore...
