LEAH
My heart thundered in my chest as I scanned the field, my mind spinning for a solution. Aenon’s cunning was unmatched, and whatever he had planned with that syringe, it wasn’t going to end well.
Damien is strong, but no one could fight an unknown substance coursing through their veins.
“Royanna,” I whispered urgently. “I can't sit still, and it won't be a fair fight. I can't let Aenon win. You have to help me, any idea at all.”
I stared back at the duo; Damien had not yet noticed the syringe in Aenon's hand.
“Leah, calm down; I don't want you doing anything stupid by panicking. I am going to try and…”
I clamped her mouth shut and whispered, “I am sorry.”
Her brows knitted In a frown, “What are you…”
I didn't let her finish, my hand swinging across her face, creating the loudes
