Azura's POV
His hands were still around Torin's throat.
I stood in the doorway, looked at the room, and tried to understand what I was seeing. The desk was on its side. Papers everywhere. A chair in pieces against the far wall. Blood on the stone. Furniture that had not survived whatever happened in here.
And Rhydor on top of Torin with his hands around his throat and his eyes burning red.
Then he turned his head and looked at me.
The red faded. Not all at once. Slowly, like something being pulled back from a very long distance. His chest was still heaving. His jaw was still tight. But his eyes found mine and something in them changed.
He let go.
He stood up slowly. Did not look back at Torin. Did not look at Silas or Axel. Did not look at the destroyed room around him.
He walked past me without a word.
I turned and watched him go down the corridor. His footsteps were steady and even, getting quieter until they disappeared around the corner, and the hall was empty.
