Alessia:
The moment Garren’s grip loosened, everything moved at once.
Air rushed back into my lungs as I twisted free, dropping low, my body reacting on instinct before thought could catch up. The battlefield surged around me again, noise, movement, blood, but my focus locked on one thing.
Lucien. I knew that Alexander had his arm wrapped around him, but the arrow had taken us off guard to the point where he loosened his grip, giving him the moment to escape.
He was already moving, already recovering from the shift, his attention snapping toward his father, toward the arrow, toward the disruption, not toward me.
That was his mistake, I didn’t hesitate. Because I knew that I made that mistake once, and I vowed to myself to never do it again. I closed the distance between us in a heart
