Lyra’s POV
“Not when I'm here. I will rip off your throat and feed on your intestines.” He informed me aloud, his eyes boring into mine.
He aimed at my neck, attempting to stab my neck vein, when a sudden lightning came from the sky and shattered them.
They staggered backward, fighting with an unforeseen force and shortly, they turned into ashes.
I couldn't believe what was happening, and after the assassin let go of my neck, I was about to fall but landed on the warm stout arm of my savior.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, his breath lingering in my ears.
“Nortman?” I couldn't believe the sight that welcomed me as I opened my eyes.
“How did you get here? No, how did you find me?” I rambled with words, questioning him in anxiety.
He made sure I was standing properly before he kept a
