In the meantime, the rider rotated and trotted again to me, reaching out a hand.

“Want some assist?” Cyrus requested.

It was a really heroic transfer—if I had wanted a hero. Nonetheless, I weighed my choices and determined it might be higher to trip with him than attempt to make it by myself.

To not point out it might’ve been very impolite to say no the King of Osavian, my betrothed.

I swallowed onerous and took his hand as he pulled me up. As soon as I’d wrapped my arms round his waist, the horse started to maneuver and collectively we jabbed our swords at any enemy fighters inside our attain.

Round us, I might see their numbers dwindling. It was clear that we had been successful. The spirits of Osavian’s troopers had been excessive as they fought valiantly. I even chanced a smile myself, feeling extra protected atop Cyrus’s stallion.

Untimely roars of victory rang by way of the air. The joy was tangible. My gaze roamed the group, in search of one fighter particularly. My uneasiness grew the longer I didn’t discover him.

He couldn’t be lifeless. Cyrus would’ve stated one thing. Wouldn’t he? Perhaps not. He didn’t know what Ladon meant to me. He in all probability nonetheless assumed we had been enemies and had spent the previous few months biting one another’s heads off.

Dread settled in my stomach. The place was he?

Whereas my consideration was elsewhere, I missed the spear headed towards us. Our horse toppled ahead because the spiked tip pierced its facet, tossing Cyrus and me off. I tumbled, coming to a cease a number of ft away.

I groaned as I twisted to my facet. Each bone in my physique ached, and as a lot as I needed to offer in and relaxation, I knew there was nonetheless work to be finished. I looked for Cyrus, recognizing him a couple of yards away.

I gasped in horror on the sight earlier than me.

Cyrus was kneeling, his eyes zeroed in on me. Behind him, a soldier held him by the hair with a knife pressed to his neck.

“Don’t,” I cried, reaching hopelessly for them.

A sinister smile erupted on that treacherous face.

“Please.” My voice broke. I didn’t dare go searching for assist. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. But it surely appeared nobody else was conscious that their king was about to be slaughtered.

I opened my mouth to scream for assist, however the soldier reduce me off.

“Don’t you dare. I’ll kill him.”

The blade on Cyrus’s neck tightened. He’d kill him anyway. Wouldn’t he? Or did he have plans to seize him for Reyna, like she’d meant to do all alongside?

“What would you like?” I requested.

He scoffed. “I don’t need—”

His sentence was reduce off with a swift blow to the pinnacle. He stumbled however stored his maintain on Cyrus, although now he additionally needed to defend himself in opposition to one in every of Osavian’s fighters.

His silver blade flashed as he swung it wildly by way of the air, determined to kill his attacker. Whereas he was distracted, Cyrus was in a position to free himself and he scrambled for his sword that had fallen a couple of ft away.

All of it occurred so quick. One second the Murvort soldier was slicing by way of the stomach of his foe, spilling his guts, and the subsequent he was clashing with Cyrus. This time, Cyrus was geared up to have interaction in a correct struggle.

Nonetheless frozen in shock, I watched as our enemy drew his sword whereas holding the knife in his different. He snarled and dove towards Cyrus, who sidestepped simply in time to dodge the person.

Cyrus struck the person with the uninteresting fringe of his blade proper within the middle of his again. He scoffed and I might inform he needed to take his time. Wished to punish the soldier for considering he might kill the king.

They sparred—swords clanging and sweat falling as they circled one another like ravenous beasts. The Murvort soldier struggled to breathe and even Cyrus seemed to be shedding steam.

Extra troopers gathered till Cyrus was utterly surrounded. I moved towards him to assist, however all of the sudden his blade went up in flames. He swung it round in a big circle, taking out a number of enemies with one swoop. I needed to block my face from the warmth of it. The Murvort troopers screamed and I might odor their burning flesh as Cyrus took their lives. As the hearth cooled, I glanced past my arm to see a mass of ash that vaguely resembled human figures mendacity at his ft.

He gave me an informal smile, just like the bloodbath was a only a small feat. All of the sudden, his eyes went vast, and he reached for me. “Emilie!”

I spun round, swinging my sword right into a defensive place. I’d been so captivated by their ongoing quarrel that I didn’t discover the soldier sneaking up behind me. His weapon clashed with mine, and I felt his energy ripple by way of my arm.

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