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Sophie. And if she was heartbroken, Adrian would be furious, which meant Isaac would end up punished-probably even after death!
Isaac didn’t bother to count the enemy’s numbers.
“How many of you are there?” he asked.
“It’s just me and Iris. She’s over there.” Claire pointed across the road to a patch of dense trees where a figure was slowly making her way toward the convoy.
“We’re dead meat,” Isaac muttered, his face darkening. “You two and me-three against over a hundred, plus the suicide soldiers.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly after he descended the mountain?
His handsome face furrowed in concentration as he quickly ran through possible plans in his mind. Okay, the chances of success were zero-but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.
Violet had already been dragged into the tent. She seemed drugged, her body limp, and the only sign of resistance she had left was the curse she muttered earlier. After that, she had gone completely silent.
The men moved out of the tent, and Yuvan entered.
Isaac felt his blood rush to his head.
Earlier, he had figured there was no chance of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed out without a word.
He didn’t have a plan, but he couldn’t just watch Violet be violated. She was a woman of great pride-no man could impress her, not even the finest. If Yuvan, this vile scoundrel, sullied her, she wouldn’t just cause chaos-she would probably wish she were dead. Isaac shot forward, with Claire and Iris following behind. The three of them landed outside the tent, only to be met by dozens of drawn swords and knives.
Isaac quickly drew his sacred firearm and used a flute to parry the attacks, spinning around as the clattering sounds rang out, briefly shielding Claire and Iris.
But before the two women could push through the tent’s entrance, whips lashed out, wrapping around their bodies and throwing them back.
Inside the tent, Violet was barely conscious. She sensed someone moving toward her, his breath hot and rancid, making her stomach churn. But his closeness also sparked a fire inside her, making her body burn uncomfortably.
It was too hot. She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy and only made it hotter.
“Vivi, it’s me.”
A hand grazed her collarbone. It was hot-too hot-so hot it made her want to scream. She couldn’t make out the man’s face, but his voice was foul and grated on her nerves.
Her temper flared; without thinking, she slapped him across the face.
But Violet’s body was too weak, and the slap she managed to land had no strength behind it. After striking him, she was quickly overpowered, her hands seized in his grasp. She stumbled back, falling to the ground, and the man was on her in an instant.
His foul breath came close again, and Violet felt like she was drowning in a nightmare, the urge to vomit overwhelming her.
A sharp hiss rang out as her shoulder was exposed to the air. She felt a brief, cool sensation-a welcome relief. She began to tug at her clothes, twisting her body as if in a daze. “Why is it so loud?” she mumbled weakly.
Her skin was smooth and luminous, with a subtle glow, like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes blended both allure and innocence, radiating an irresistible charm that was hard to look away from.
Yuvan stared, mesmerized. In all his years, he had never encountered such beauty. Her usual defiance had melted into a soft, tender allure. The delicate curve of her shoulder made his throat tighten. He lowered his gaze to her pale skin and swallowed hard.
“Vivi, be good. After tonight, you’ll be mine. We’ll be united in marriage, and I swear I’ll never mistreat you.”
He leaned down to bite her smooth, slender neck. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and something whizzed through the tent, grazing the top of his head. The noise froze everyone in place.
Isaac rushed in to deliver a swift kick to Yuvan, then grabbed Violet and ran for the exit.
His Lightfoot Skill was usually exceptional, but Violet refused to cooperate. She swung her hands wildly, slapping him repeatedly. across the face. He was forced to the ground; within moments, they were surrounded.
Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, the sound of hooves grew louder.
Sophie rode in fast with her whip in hand. Upon seeing the scene, she nimbly dismounted and leaped into action. With a swift crack of her red whip, she sent over a dozen men flying back.
She glanced at Violet in Isaac’s arms; noticing Violet’s disheveled clothing, she instantly assumed Violet had been harmed. With a furious yell, she swung her whip like a serpent toward the black-clad attackers. “Isaac, take her and go! Get her to safety and return to help me!” Sophie called out while fending off the attackers.
How could Isaac dare leave his guild junior behind?
Even while carrying Violet, he was still capable of fighting.
As Isaac turned around, he saw Sophie’s whip loop around Yuvan’s neck, pulling him forward. She slapped him hard across the face, her strikes ringing out with fury.
Good. Capturing the leader came first. If they had Yuvan, they could at least escape once they tied him up.
Without hesitation, Isaac tightened his grip on Violet and ran. Her flushed face and the heat rising from her skin told him she had been drugged. He needed to find a way to insert silver needles to disperse the blood and break the toxin’s grip.
Sophie had captured Yuvan, but Claire and Iris had been taken by the guards as well. Their throats were pressed against the sharp edges of swords, the blades nearly cutting into their skin.
Yuvan finally dropped his pretense and sneered. “If you have the courage, kill me. Go on, kill your uncle-in-law! Let’s see how Rafael explains that to the world!”
Sophie tightened her grip on the whip, fire burning in her eyes. “Do you think I won’t?”
Yuvan’s eyes rolled back as the pressure on his neck caused his breath to falter. He tilted his head back, struggling to breathe, but the tightness around his neck made it impossible to get any air.
Fiona stepped forward briskly, her voice cold as she asked, “Lady Sophie, what crime has Prince Yuvan committed? You’re kidnapping him without cause-where’s the law in that?”
“What crime?” Sophie snapped, her voice venomous. “He tried to ruin Violet! A royal prince, committing such a filthy act. Killing him would rid the world of a menace!”
“You’re mistaken.” Fiona’s gaze shifted as she spoke, her eyes sharp. “Our people found that Ms. Spencer had been drugged. Knowing she is Lady Molly’s cousin, we brought her here to help her. His Highness has a reputation to uphold and cannot tolerate such slander.” She reached out and tugged Molly, who had been standing stunned, into the conversation.
“Lady Molly, tell them. Isn’t that right?”
Molly nodded numbly, her lips trembling. “Y-Yes, that’s true.”
Sophie swung her whip at Molly. As the whip cut through the air, she grabbed Yuvan’s neck, easing his breath just a bit before swiftly restraining him again.
The whip struck Molly across her head and face, causing her to cry in pain. Despite the blow, she instinctively shrank behind Fiona, her eyes full of guilt.
“They are wolves, and you are no better-a beast! How dare you treat your cousin like this?!” Sophie spat, fury burning in her voice.
“I didn’t… I didn’t,” Molly stammered, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. She shook her head violently. “She’s my cousin! I would never hurt her!” Wayne stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Fiona, his gaze fixed on Sophie.
With a soft sigh, he said gently, “This is a terrible misunderstanding. No matter what you believe, we had no intention of harming Ms. Spencer Lady Sophie. Just as Lady Fiona said, we found her poisoned
“We have a physician with us, and we intend to help her. His Highness only entered to check on her. When we opened the tent earlier, what we saw was Ms. Spencer, dazed from the poison, tearing her clothes and holding onto His Highness. Had you arrived a little earlier, you would’ve heard His Highness call for the physician to assist.”
Sophie’s eyes were cold and deadly, like the gaze of a predator. Her eyes swept over everyone, including the group of black-clad suicide soldiers. At last, her gaze fell on them and she sneered.