Her Purpose!

The blade hovered inches from her throat, shaking violently in the unsteady grip of the young soldier. His hand trembled as if caught in a storm, fingers barely holding onto the hilt.

He couldn't be much older than Lara—so young, so inexperienced, yet forced onto the battlefield by the whims of a tyrant leader.

A moment later, the sword clattered to the ground. Before the soldier could react, Aramis had his own blade pressed firmly against the young soldier's throat.

"Sheath your sword, Aramis!"

Lara's voice carried an authority that made Aramis pause. For a fleeting moment, it was as if he was hearing Alaric instead of Kane.

But he didn't move.

Lara looked back and glared at him. Only then did he lower his weapon, though he made no move to put it away.

She shifted her attention back to the trembling soldier.