Chapter Thirty-Eight

The hands holding her in place suddenly began to tremble.

The male Halvling upon hearing the loud growling of his friends was frightened. His breathing became rushed as sweat broke on his forehead.

Angelique could hear his rapid heartbeats echoing through her back. Using such fear to her advantage, she stamped on his foot with all her might.

He foolishly pulled away from her with a loud hiss of pain. Using that to her advantage, she jumped away from him, but he had rushed back to grab her, the dagger positioned in the air.

Dodging his attacks with fast reflexes, she elbowed him in the face before twisting his hands that held the dagger. Hearing the dagger clattering onto the ground, she kicked him in the stomach before he could recover. He flew across the room straight into a wall before dropping with a loud groan on the floor.

Angelique heavily breathed, her hands shaking.