Chapter 6 Anastasius
Magic brought me to Enid in an instant, but I hovered a few steps away. I was too late—that much was clear as the life left her eyes.
But she wasn’t alone.
The man with her was the most gorgeous being I had ever seen. I watched, transfixed by the scene before me. He murmured beautiful words to Enid, his voice as bright as his appearance. I should be at my friend’s side in the moments before her death, but watching the man, seeing how naturally he comforted her, soothed me. Even now, with his whole body tense, alerted to my presence, he focused on Enid as she took her last breaths.
I watched him with awe, taking in his appearance. Long white hair was tied at his nape, but it did little to cover the mark beneath. I inhaled sharply. The mark was one every Circulus member had, but his was different and all too familiar. The broken Circle. He let out a sigh, dropping his hands to his sides slowly, carefully. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and breathe in his scent. My heart tumbled around inside of me.
“That was beautiful,” I murmured.
He stiffened and slowly closed a fist. Gradually, he turned around, keeping his head bowed.
And then he looked at me with eyes so striking and familiar that I faltered. Time stopped and my breath caught in my throat. I had seen these eyes many times before, but this time they were on a man that wasn’t my friend. He wasn’t Ercan, but rather his son. The Ruptor, the one who had no mercy for his parents. The one who had killed his mother and left his father to be captured by my clan. He was supposed to be ruthless, but all I saw was the true prince of Eleos—Mercy.