>>Seraphina
I pushed at the door with all the strength I could muster, my palms slamming against the heavy door until they stung. "Let me go back!" I hissed, panic rising like bile in my throat.
But Ariston was a wall—unmoving, impassive. He held the door shut with one hand and reached back with the other, grabbing me roughly by the arm. Before I could protest further, he began dragging me down the corridor.
"What are you doing?!" I shrieked, yanking against his hold which was pretty much useless since the difference in our strengths was massive. The sounds from the other side of the door—the roar of that monster, the eerie silence that had followed the battle cries—filled me with dread. "She's still in there! Aelin is still inside!"
"I have to keep you safe," Ariston said calmly, his grip like iron. "You are the king's mother."
