Alaric's crimson eyes snapped open.
Glowing with an inner light that seemed to burn with its own existence. Then he parted his lips and spoke in an utterly cold tone.
"How dare you touch me with your filthy hands."
The air beside Alaric began to tremble. Then lightning began to crackle.
Before Elena could react, his hand shot up and seized her wrist and twisted
CRACK!
Elena's eyes widened in shock and sudden, unexpected pain. Her grip spasmed, fingers releasing involuntarily as bone ground against bone in her wrist.
She hissed, trying to pull away.
Alaric yanked Elena's hand away from his throat and hurled her across the room.
Elena's body flew through the air and crashed into the far wall with bone-breaking force.
The stone cracked on impact, spiderwebbing outward in a radius around where she hit. She gasped, blood spraying from her lips, and slid down to collapse on the floor.
