Ryven drew his sword.
The steel gleamed under the dim sky.
Kaela didn't run.
"Then do it," she whispered.
Ryven stepped closer… closer…
But his hand stopped.
Something in her eyes…
Not darkness.
Pain.
He lowered his blade.
"You don't control it yet," he said quietly.
Kaela's voice broke. "I didn't ask for this."
For the first time…
Ryven felt something he hadn't in years.
Doubt.