MILA
This was not how I wanted to go out. Either this soldier would kill me or assault me and then kill me and either way, it sounded pretty awful. But I was out of options, and at least I’d been able to save that poor woman.
I heard the man cry out in pain, and I opened my eyes. He now had a large, bloody gash on his head, courtesy of a large rock that was now lying beside me on the ground.
I tried to twist my head to see where the rock had come from, but before I could, someone swung at the man with the hilt of his own sword. He went down, cold, tumbling on top of me. I was pressed between his weight and the dusty ground below me.
My savior hauled his limp body off of mine and extended a hand. I reached out, and then froze in shock as I saw who it was.
Isabella stood
