POV: Nixie
The crossbows of the Nightguard glinted like a row of hungry eyes, all focused on my heart. The air chilled between us, and even the forest seemed to hold its breath. Hunter instinctively stepped in front of me, blocking their line of fire, every muscle in his back coiled with tension.
“Move, wolf,” Amaris said gently, almost bored, “Unless you'd like the girl to bleed out behind you.”
Hunter didn’t move.
Neither did I.
I reached out, brushing my fingers against his arm. Let me speak.
He eased aside just enough for me to take a single step forward. The Nightguard tensed—bows lifting higher, fingers tightening around the triggers. The slightest misstep and I'd be full of silver-tipped bolts.
Amaris arched a brow. "Bold of you, little Luna."
"I'm not your Luna," I said.
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