Chapter 842:

The sound of weapons.

Emeriel tried to rise, but it was too much effort, so she began to crawl.

Dragging herself toward the hiding spot, every movement was a battle. She was almost there. Almost… A hand tangled in her hair and yanked.

“I’ve got her!” the voice roared. Fingers grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her to her feet.

“Put the dagger to her chest and let’s get out of here!” another voice shouted.

Emeriel drove her knee into the inner part of his leg, just above the joint. His grip loosened enough for her to break free, crouch down, and strike his ankle with her heel.

He stumbled but managed to steady himself before he could fall.

“What the hell?! We’ve got a mama fighter here!” said the masked man.

The attacker laughed, amused.

further, she

and clutching his throat.

running for her life, but he circled his arm around her and pulled

her against him,

the top of his foot hard with

go. She slammed the back of her head

and the loosening of

broke free

impact jolting her spine. His hand clamped around

furiously in

thrives at

burning her eyes,

squeezed harder, hissing, “Let’s see how fierce you are without

her belly as her lungs screamed. She couldn’t breathe. Her legs kicked weakly,

men—many of them, masked and cloaked in black robes. How many soldiers

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