Then I saw a figure, shadowed yet powerful, locked in a brutal fight with another. The stranger’s strength was terrifying, his movements sharp, calculated, each strike landing with deadly intent. His opponent, marked with a dark insignia on his shoulder, bore the cold efficiency of an assassin.
My breath caught. It couldn’t be. Has Daniel sent someone after me already? The thought chilled me to my core. I felt the urge to run, but something kept me rooted. A morbid curiosity, or maybe the hope that this fight would distract any threat from noticing me.
The rogue warrior moved with a lethal grace that left his enemy no chance. Within seconds, the assassin crumpled to the ground, motionless. The stranger didn’t hesitate, didn’t even spare his fallen opponent a glance as he straightened, his fierce gaze scanning the forest as if searching for something—or someone.
And then his eyes landed on me.
I cursed under my breath, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But I couldn’t move, trapped under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were dark, piercing, filled with an unyielding resolve that terrified me. He took a step forward, the shadows clinging to him, amplifying his aura of danger.