Chapter 133
She swung the sword on instinct. Garll caught sight of Imperial armor, a palace guard. The world slowed as she arced her sword down into the man’s shoulder. It rang out against his plate, alerting the rest of her group. The sword hummed as it fell from Garll’s hands. She stared in shock at the ghost who confronted her. It couldn’t be. “What the—?” Hants was the fastest to rouse, bursting through the hanging cloak and skidding to a stop as he rounded the corner. The man gripped her without hesitation. Spinning her in place, Garll was compressed against a familiar chest, and he held her head against his shoulder with a palm over her mouth. A dagger was at her throat in an instant. Hants was fast on Hants’s heels, his eyes were aflame with rage the moment they landed on the blade pressing
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