Samson won the war before the battle even started. Win or lose, live or die, the most precious person in the world was safe a little longer. Hopefully, it would be long enough for someone else, someone who survived these next moments to put together the truth of who was really the mastermind of these plots against Persephone.
That grim truth would shake the Empire to its core ... And he knew it.
His left thumb stroked the flat of his partially exposed blade. The smooth caress of the cool steel on his skin was awakening his senses. His right fist closed and cracked every joint from fingertips to wrist. His steel claw burned for use and he could feel the sword calling his hand.
Somewhere far off he could hear a young woman being dragged away, very much against her will.
Fear, anxie
