Lirael couldn't stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Simon's team in this life-or-death scenario. Her only choice? Make a break for it—fast.
Her speedy escape was their best chance. The moment she reached safety, Simon's crew could make their retreat.
These weren't ordinary bodyguards—if they chose to withdraw, Fuller's thugs wouldn't stand a chance against them.
But every second Lirael remained in danger was a second Simon's team had to keep Fuller's forces occupied, buying time with their lives.
Blood-sworn to protect her, they'd go through hell and back to form a human shield between Lirael and danger.
What awaited them? A no-holds-barred s*******r. While Lirael and Eldric fled, Simon's men balanced on a knife's edge between life and death.
Steel would clash, bones would break—any miss
