Chapter 43 Her Savior Or Her Demise?

• “Gregor.” I uttered his name without any ounce of emotion. I might really have underestimated my sister’s boyfriend when it comes to raw strength alone.
• I closed and opened my eyes repeatedly to ensure my sight was not fooling me. To make sure this is not Kallias, whom I mind-linked for help, but the pitiful waste of a creature that is my sister’s boyfriend and fiancé—my mate who rejected me on my eighteenth birthday party.
• Gregor didn’t turn towards me just yet. He punched the nearest male beside him. The Rogue groaned in pain, falling face-first on the now-crimson snow. He got up and flung a kick to Gregor’s midriff.