Chapter Thirteen
Jian
“Altan!” Jian screamed. He wanted to go after him, to finish what they’d started, but the famed general only grinned as he grabbed a torch from one of his men. The Kou closed in around them.
“Commander,” Zhao’s strained voice cut through the smoke-filled air. “Minglan’s barely breathing.”
Jian tore his gaze from the man he’d spent years trying to find and settled them on Minglan’s unmoving form. The soldier saved his life, but it wasn’t the arrow that downed him … her? Not this time.
Jian didn’t understand any of it, but in that moment, his mind flashed back to another battle and a girl no arrow could hurt.
Like my sister. Luna Minglan. Remember that name. I am no ordinary warrior. I’ve been training to fight since I was just a girl.
Was it possible? Huan Mingl
