Raven's entire body screamed in protest as she held her fighting stance beside Aaron. Her wounds were far from healed. She had lied when she told him they were better.
In truth, every movement sent fresh waves of agony through her, and she could feel blood still seeping from the deeper cuts Solomon had inflicted.
But she couldn't leave Aaron. Wouldn't leave him. Not when he was fighting for his life. Not when he had chosen to protect her despite learning the truth about what she was.
The appearance of Gerald should have brought relief. More guards meant better odds, more protection for Aaron, a greater chance of surviving this nightmare.
Raven's assassin instincts automatically catalogued the new arrivals. Twelve guards, all armed, all fresh and ready for combat.
Yet something felt
