Chapter 114 One Hundred and Thirteen

ARGUS’S POV

I was only a few steps away from Eleanor when, like a phantom, Morgana emerged between us. Before I could react, her long, sharpened nails drove into Eleanor’s flesh. The sound—the wet, slicing sound—ripped through the air, and Eleanor let out a low cry, staggered by the impact.

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