I did not know when I started to run. A sane person would have run away from the scene. A sane person in a frilly dress, barefoot, would run away. A sane person without any self-defense skills would scream bloody murder.
A sane person could have called the guard.
But the guards, those guards looked like robots. They seemed unreal, standing motionless even as they saw and heard the screams. I had talked one and it hadn't moved. Frozen.
That’s why I stood here in the middle of the garden, watching two brutish men dragging a girl against the ground. She was dressed in a simple black and white maid outfit—the same girl Magnus had mentioned but hadn't really shared any information on.
Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, blood trailed with her as her bare balm scraped against the granite
