Chapter Sixty Seven
He grabbed Elrien by the throat and slammed him against the wall, his grip enhanced by supernatural strength.
"The servants whisper about your power in the dark. The nobles cross themselves when your name is mentioned. Even our parents fear what sleeps in your blood. But I know better, don't I? I know you're just a broken toy that never learned to bite back!"
Elrien's vision blurred as his air supply cut off. Through the haze of pain and air deprivation, he could see Azarien's face twisted with fury and disappointment.
"Last chance," Azarien hissed, his grip tightening until Elrien could feel his windpipe beginning to collapse. "Show me your magic, or I'll crush your throat and be done with this charade forever."
"I… Don't pull it out…" Elrien gasped, his hands clawing weakly at his brother's iron grip.
"THEN DIE!"
Azarien's power exploded outward, pouring into Elrien through their point of contact.
