LYDIA POV
Marcus growled, shoving his attacker off and landing a hard punch to the rogue’s face. The man staggered but didn’t go down. Another rogue came at me, and I slashed at him with my dagger, cutting deep into his arm.
Snarls and grunts filled the air as we fought back. My blood was rushing, my mind sharp with focus. This wasn’t just an ambush, this was a setup. Someone didn’t want us meeting the old man.
One of the rogues lunged at Marcus again, but this time, Marcus was ready. He ducked, grabbed the rogue by the waist, and slammed him against the cabin wall.
The rogue groaned and collapsed.
The last one standing gave me a sharp look before retreating into the woods. I wanted to chase him, but Marcus grabbed my arm. “Let him go. We need answers first.”
We turned to the old man
