~CELIE’S POV~
Just like a butterfly stuck in a web, I flutter and struggle to be liberated from Cillian’s grasp. Though the endeavour appears to be futile, the aversion that I hold to my captor strengthens my will to defy him.
“Stop moving, woman!” ordains Alpha Cillian, clearly piqued.
Purged from the fear of disobeying him, I give him a weak kick to bring him to his knees, fetching Egon the opportunity to strike.
Nimble on his feet, Egon tosses his shirt to my side to help me cover up my shame and then twists Cillian's wrist to loosen his grasp on the knife. Once Cillian is left unarmed, he registers blows strong enough to leave him with a bloody mouth.
Cillian, though knocked to his teeth, yanks on Egon’s calf, causing him to lose his balance and plummet to the ground. Determin
