I gasped, my eyes slowly turning, my chest heaving. To my relief, it was Vincent. His eyes were thin, and his body so deeply stained with blood that it masked his scent.
"What are you doing here?"
I swallowed. "I... I came to help those women out. And... Mariana was worried about Cian and..."
He grabbed my hand and then looked up. I turned. Tyler was now standing, his teeth gritted in pure, u filtered rage.
"Let's go," Vincent said, then turned away, grabbing my hand. He was holding his dagger, his steps very determined as we walked through the heat of the fight.
He wielded the dagger with such raw agility that I walked beside him, completely unconcerned. Vincent cut down both flying arrows and charging rogues, his lips pursed. I swallowed, then turned away, my hand coming to my craz
