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.

had stopped Claire

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

sacred firearm and used a flute to parry the attacks, spinning

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

barely conscious. She sensed someone moving toward her, his breath hot and rancid, making her stomach churn. But his closeness

too hot. She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy and only

"Vivi, it's me."

hot it made her want to scream. She couldn't make

flared; without thinking, she slapped him across the

land had no strength behind it. After striking him, she was quickly overpowered, her hands seized

close again, and Violet felt like she was drowning in

relief. She began to tug at her clothes, twisting her body as if in a daze. "Why is it so loud?" she

with a subtle glow, like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes blended both

stared, mesmerized.

beauty. Her usual defiance had melted into a soft, tender allure. The delicate curve of her

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