Della’s POV
“Avoid it! Now! Just kick and push some of them and you can escape from Luke in no time!” Trisha kept shouting at the back of my head.
But as of this moment, all my focus fell on Kylian and on the clock above him. There’s only so little time left and I’m losing almost every hope that’s left in me.
If I left now, Kylian would definitey die. Even if he woke up at the last second, Luke would kill him.
No. I would not allow my husband to die in this way at the hands of someone like Luke!
“You have our pup! Isn’t our pup enough reason?” Trisha frustratedly asked, but I was so drowned with sorrow of losing the man I ever loved. At this moment, I was blinded and deaf from all rationality.
My time seemed to freeze and my sense of reality became blurry.
In daze, I could see a glimpse of Henry struggling from the hold of a soldier as a silver knife was pointed at him.
The silver sword in front of me seemed to brought shine as Kylian’s face reflected on it’s shiny blade.