Minutes later, I stood watching Angela cut open the prone Minotaur’s chest with Sophia’s dagger, holding my wife tightly. xvideos My heart hammered. Angela charged in as the Minotaur’s eyes locked on Faoril. Kevin, the other knights, and the priestess of Slata still watched, waiting for Angela to emerge. My wife smiled down at me, her hair lank, her face sweaty. I tried to rise, to help, but a dizzy wave washed through my mind. I caught my wife’s eyes, nodding at her as she directed her air elemental to the stunned and bleeding orc. He lifted Xandra up, her sky-blue hair flying about her face, her hand gripping her wind totem.
