Denae was dragged to the back as the war began, Jake hauling her away from the scene just like he had been told to. “Come on…hurry.”
Denae pulled her hand out of his. “No, you shouldn’t have brought me along when you knew that I wanted to fight too. I will not just run away, even if I’m scared.”
She quickly reached for the sword etched into the baldric over his shoulder, pulling it out before he could stop her. “My legs are shaking, but I will kill Jerald if that is the last thing I do.”
Jake’s eyes widened as he tried to grab her hand again. “You promised Denae…you said that you’d listen to me if I begged your uncle to take you.”
“And you believed?”
Denae was sorry for deceiving him, but she had no other choice. Draco had pledged not to take her, so she had to ask Jake for help. She
