Chapter forty-five:

TALON’s POV “Amelia.” I muttered softly as I darted my eyes to the other side of the wall, someone was watching me. I was sure as hell that it was her. My heart began to beat rapidly, like it had never done before. I walked towards the wall, where I felt her gaze. “Bastard!” Dalton growled as he struck me with the fake magic with intense force, on my left arm. I felt a sharp burning sensation, as my skin started to melt. “Yessss! Die bastard!” He hissed, “You always think you’re invisible, now look at how pathetic you look at this moment. Very soon, you’d be without a left arm. Guess what? I’ll make sure to paralyze each and every part of your limbs. Then I’d boil you alive in front of your soldiers, and my pack.” He laughed out loud. “Isn't that wishful thinking? You barely did anything.” I chuckled dryly. “I see you're still being arrogant. Maybe if you reduce your arrogance, I might give you a painless death.” He smirked. “What's the use of reducing it if I would still die in the en