Gavrael was standing there, unmoving, tall and menacing right in the middle of the courtyard. His sleeves were drenched in blood, scarlet red liquid still dripping from his sword and pooling next to his feet on the ground.
Blood was splattered all over his face as he stared down at the small pile of slaughtered bodies before him. The air was filled with the metallic and cloying stench that only fresh blood could produce and darkness and fear hung in the surrounding air like a thick and heavy blanket that affected everyone who were within the courtyard.
As she stood there taking in the gruesome and shocking sight, completely frozen, an intense chill washed all over Evie's body. Her throat dried up and her heart trembled as Claudius' words echoed in her head. His warning on how Gavrael's out of control dark fae magic would bring on more and more tragedy if it drags on kept reverberating in her head as her eyes took in the carnage before her.
