Chapter 59

• Elena
• The guards flew like they were made from putty, each hitting the hard stone walks with resounding thuds followed by the snapping of bones and pained yells, in the end, it had taken over fifteen guards to subdue Dracul enough to let us perform a higher grade ritual on him, even then he struggled madly against the luminescent chains keeping him bound and the guards had quite a problem keeping up.
• 'Now my lady," the captain yells at me. “We cannot hold on much longer.”