Diana’s POV.
I was lost in my thoughts as I walked through the courtyard, the cool breeze tugging at my hair. I needed the fresh air after everything that had happened. Being outside, even for a little while, felt like freedom. My boots crunched softly on the gravel path, and the sound was oddly comforting.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand clamped over my mouth, and I was yanked into the shadows between two buildings. I panicked, and my instincts kicked in immediately. I tried to scream, but the hand muffled my voice. My heart raced as I threw an elbow back, aiming to hit my attacker's stomach or ribs.
“Diana! Stop, it's me!” A familiar voice hissed.
The voice gave me pause, and I stopped struggling for a moment. The person let go of my mouth and spun me around. I found myself face to
