CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN
I whirl around to see a large group of masked men, running towards me.
Two of them are holding bows and standing at the back of the group while the rest hole dangerous looking weapons. Their movements are fast and coordinated.
I try to dodge their attacks as they move in silence, the only sound, the sound of the daggers and swords moving in the air.
One of them ends at my heart and I quickly lift my hand, the dagger going straight through my palm. My scream is silent and as I try to push him back, one of the archers shoots at me and this time I am unable to avoid it.
The arrow pierces right above my heart and I let out an agonised scream within my bond, for Lucas. Any other time, a cry for help like this would have garnered a fierce response.
But this time, there’s nothing.