The forest air was filled with the faint scent of the Rogues lurking behind the trees.
As Zion grew more anxious, his eyes caught sight of Arwen, and he felt relieved.
"Arwen..." he called.
Arwen turned, her eyes sparkling despite her pale face. "Zion..." she whispered.
In an instant, the distance between them vanished. Arwen ran, and Zion spread his arms wide, welcoming her petite body into his warm embrace.
Zion's muscular arms wrapped tightly around Arwen, as if the outside world was no longer a threat, as if only the two existed.
Isolde, who arrived a few steps later, stopped suddenly. Her heart was pounding, her blood rushing.
Her gaze was fixed on the heartbreaking scene. Zion, the man supposed to be her fiancé, was now embracing another woman so affectionately.
"No! It can
