The blade whistled past my nose, a mere whisper from disaster. Thomas, swift as a shadow, seized my shoulder and yanked me behind him.
With a forceful kick, his sturdy black leather boot collided with George's wrist, sending the dagger skittering across the floor.
The sickening crack of bone echoed through the room.
Guards stationed around the chamber sprang into action, pinning George to the wooden floor.
Splinters bit into his cheeks, leaving trails of blood that starkly contrasted with his pale skin.
Yet, despite his predicament, George's eyes remained locked on me, their venomous glare piercing through the chaos, as if I were the sole cause of his downfall.
A wave of mortal fear paralyzed me, rendering me immobile.
I was like a statue amidst the turmoil.
My heart pounded in my
