Sarafina POV
The way I see it, this day will officially go down as the worst training session in history.
One minute I'm lifting rocks like some kind of overachieving magical student.
The next minute we're surrounded by vampires. Actual vampires and dozens of them.
And standing in front of them is a man who apparently has the nickname The Destroyer.
The Destroyer. The things he's done to achieve such a nickname. And he was here. Why
This is fantastic. Just fantastic.
The clearing has gone dead silent. The witches are tense around me, spells already forming in their hands. Cassian stands slightly ahead of us, his stance rigid, like a blade ready to strike.
Alistair is beside me.
Close enough that I can feel the tension rolling off him.
I could feel the tension from him, something I've never felt around him.
Fear.
I glance at him.
His eyes are fixed on the man across the clearing.
The Destroyer
Alert. Predatory.
Which honestly is terrifying.
