Amelia’s POV
Damien was preparing for a bloody fight. That much was clear from his terse posture and the aura of malice radiating off of him in waves. Even I, a human, could feel the shiver of fear at the fury his very body seemed to be releasing into the air around him.
As pleased I was to see that he was willing to fight again, I couldn’t allow things to progress like this.
Damien, strong as he was, had little hope of winning against the entirety of the king’s guard. And even if he did, paving a way for our escape, we would only continue to be hunted even worse than before.
Right now, Damien had killed a prisoner who had been threatening me to save me. The man had been convicted and sent to the dungeons, where his mind had turned him crazed.
If Damien were to start killing guards,
