CHAPTER 232
Nobody at the arena moved, everyone stood perfectly still as they held their breaths. How did this whole thing turn sour all of a sudden?
At one point everyone thought Jareth was winning but in a matter of seconds the tides changed and the elf now had a sword pointing straight down at his neck.
Astrid looked at the scene before her with eyes wide open. Her breathing hitched and her heart skipped a bit. Her body trembled from where she stood. Her eyes unmoving and her hold tightened.
For a moment there, time seemed to have stopped and everyone around her froze. She tried to think, but her brain didn't function. It was still in a daze just like its owner.
She felt it again, the same fear that once overtook her being, started riling up inside of her, forcing its way up.
The same fear. Once had she seen him in mortal danger and once more he was in the same situation.
