Lana
"AHHHHH!!"
My scream tore through the morning air, already thick with the stench of blood and scorched magic.
The axe came down on me—fast, ruthless, and impossible to dodge.
But in a fraction of a second...
THWACK!!!
Something pierced the elf's head.
His eyes widened. His breath caught. Then his body dropped to the side—heavy and lifeless—along with the massive axe that slammed into the ground, barely missing my foot.
I turned.
A dagger was embedded in the attacker's forehead.
Then someone stepped out from the shadows in a rushed stride.
Sylas.
"He almost split you in half, my sweet human," he murmured as he yanked the dagger out of the elf's skull.
He knelt beside me. "Are you okay?"
Before I could answer, his cold hands slipped under my knees and back.
"Hey! What are you—"
"I'm carrying you again!" Sylas cut in quickly.
But before he could lift me, Lucen leapt from behind and slammed a fist onto Sylas's shoulder. "Touch her again, and I will crush your hand."
