Alya POV
My feet seemed to be stuck on the floor. I could not move. The scene unfolding below me was unimaginable.
How could this happen? Where’s the army?
These people were brutal. I knew it was time. They were after my family. They were after me.
I tried my best to move, but it seemed like I was moving in slow motion. There was no need to change clothes as I just grabbed the robe hanging on my chair.
As I was about to move out of my room, the bedroom door slammed open, revealing the person I did not want to see at all in my lifetime. Marco. He took slow steps towards me with a sinister smile on his face, the same one I would always see on him.
“I got you now, princess.”
“No.” My lips uttered, but no sound came out. I tried to shout for help, slowly taking steps backward. “Leo!
