I don’t answer.
Her shoulders sag, eyes dark with something I can’t name. “Eryss, please. This is a trap. You’re being watched.”
I stiffen.
She shakes her head, jaw tightening.
The elders. Even if she doesn’t say it, I know.
A sound, a rustle of movement, too precise to be the wind has both of us snapping to attention. Catalina steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We need to go back.Now.”
I don’t get the chance to argue.
Because the shadows move.
They don’t waste time with words.
Blades flash, cutting through the air. A dozen of them. Maybe more. They move like ghosts, their enchanted robes shifting like liquid shadows.
Catalina shouts a warning, magic flaring around her as she throws up a shield. The first strike bounces off, but the impact sends her staggering backward.
The fight erupts.
They’re too fast. Too coordinated. I barely manage to weave through the onslaught, dodging a strike aimed at my ribs. My magic flares, instinctively responding, a burst of energy knocking one assassin off balance.
I go for another, only to see Catalina fall.
A blade buries itself in her shoulder.
Her cry of pain is sharp, raw, but she grits her teeth, twisting to blast the assassin away with a pulse of dark violet energy.
Rage flares through me.
I let my magic surge.
A column of force slams into one of the assassins, sending them crashing into a tree. But the moment of triumph is short-lived.
A dagger presses against my throat.
A cold, whispered voice in my ear: “Make a choice.”
I still, breathing hard.
The assassin behind me tightens their grip. “Kill him.” The words are a command, sharp and absolute. “And return as a hero.”
The blade bites into my skin.
My stomach twists.
Or die as a traitor.
I chuckle, and fearlessly say, “Lie. Whether I kill him or not, I’m dead already.”
The air shifts.
A storm of magic crashes through the trees, a violent surge of power that sends the assassins flying back. The one holding me staggers, their blade slipping.
I hear him.