Oliver’s pov
The air was filled with the strong smell of blood. The ambush had left a terrible scene of dead horses, overturned carriages, and wounded enemies. I felt a rush of excitement and alertness. It turned out to be a trap, and Beauty was caught in the middle.
I had wanted to believe in her. Elena too wanted to believe her. But now, the evidence was undeniable. Lucas, Elena and I had concocted a false plan, a ruse designed to catch Beauty in the very act of betraying us. Only Beauty had been privy to the details. And now, here we were, fighting for our lives against an enemy who knew exactly what to expect.
My gaze landed on her. Beauty stood amidst my guards, her face pale, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and…what? Regret? It didn't matter. I couldn't afford to be swayed by
