Madam Serenova exhaled slowly, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat. "So it's happening."
She wasn't surprised. She had seen this coming long before the assassin had even nocked his arrow. That was the curse of vision—knowing disaster was on the way and still being unable to stop it. She had tried, too. The moment she sensed that presence lurking above, she had moved, ready to end it before it began. But Emberly, in all her confidence, had stopped her—without even realizing what she had been about to prevent.
And now here they were.
She sighed, resigned. If it had to happen, then so be it. As long as it wasn't her daughter getting a hole punched through her chest, she really didn't give a damn. She had tried to be a good person. That counted for something, right?
The arrows sped closer—just inches from striking their marks.
Then—
BAM!
