Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1103

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.

of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But

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

firearm and used a flute to parry the attacks, spinning around as the clattering sounds

two women could push through the tent's entrance, whips lashed out,

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

She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy

"Vivi, it's me."

want to scream. She couldn't make out the man's face, but

flared; without thinking, she slapped

behind it. After striking him, she was quickly overpowered, her hands seized in his grasp. She stumbled back, falling

and Violet felt like she was drowning

was exposed to the air. She felt a brief, cool sensation-a welcome relief. She began

eyes blended both allure and innocence,

mesmerized. In

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

tonight, you'll be mine. We'll be united in marriage,