Chapter Fifteen
“John!” Amalie ran into the clearing. She was too late.
John froze with his knife hovering over Tyson’s still form. “You shouldn’t be here, Amalie.”
“And neither should you.” She pushed through her men who were looking anywhere but at her. She’d had no delusions about those she allied herself with, but seeing them hover over an unconscious Tyson, made her rethink every choice she’d made since becoming the Hood.
She dropped to her knees at Tyson’s side and felt his neck for the telltale thumping that would allow her to breathe again.
Tuck and Edmund moved to each side of her, keeping John at a distance. She dropped her bow on the ground and pushed the hair out of Tyson’s face.
He never changed. When the world turned around them, everything becoming unrecognizable, his
