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In the moon’s light, Lance caught the glint of six sharp points aimed directly at his chest. The only reason he didn’t fly into a blind fury was because all the arrows were aimed at him and not Gwin. Though all of the arrows held steady in their quivers, it didn’t detract from the sharp pain in his heart.
These men were mostly novices. They were close range and would certainly hit their target if they loosed those arrows. Any of those arrows could quiver, miss their intended target, and hit Gwin. The thought caused his heart to beat so violently blood pushed at his veins to let loose its rage.
He needed to get her to safety. He needed to find a distraction that would allow her to take cover. Even as he thought it, he knew she would never leave his side.
They’d spent so much of their
