Page 107 of Emylia

His arrow sliced the air.

A heartbeat later?—

Thud.

Dead center. Right through the middle ofmyarrow—splitting it clean.

The bullseye trembled.

“What the actual fuck?” I muttered.

Sebastian handed me the bow, the edge of a cocky grin pulling at his mouth.

“I guess it’ll do.”

“Dick.”

He opened his mouth—clearly ready to retort—but then his face changed.

Like someone had ripped the ground out from under him.

His eyes darted over my shoulder. Froze.

Everything inside him—locked. And suddenly... I wasn’t looking at the boy who teased and taunted me.

I was looking at the warrior who would burn down the world to keep me breathing.

I didn’t even have time to turn.

His hands slammed into me—hard—sending me flying backward.

I hit the ground with a thud, pain flashing through my ribs. I rolled, sprang to my feet, crouched low—poised for a fight.

“What the hell?—?”

Then I saw it.

I followed his gaze and?—

Shit.

A dozen men. Maybe more.

All in black. All armed. All watching.

Their weapons weren’t raised in warning.

They wereready.

Ready for bloodshed.

My pulse surged. My breath caught.

Holy shit.

We were under attack.

ChapterTwenty-Two

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