Ty’s POV
I could fight them. There are only a handful of them, and they’re obviously no match for me. Tristan and his brothers might try to step in, but they aren’t a match for me, either.
I probably should fight them. My duty is to protect Evie, and I can’t do that from the dungeons.
Then again, if I do fight them, I’ll only prove them right about my being a traitor. Which will leave me to either slaughter the entire kingdom and leave the ashes to myself and Evie, or finally accept defeat.
Reluctantly, I allow them to take me.
“Ty!” Evie wails. Tears fill those vibrant, amber-red eyes of hers, and my wolf howls in pain at the sight. “Fight back!”
Surely she understands why I can’t do that, right?
I want to explain it to her, but there’s no time. Instead, I fix my gaze on her with
