The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

DUM

The bandits from Onyxgrave Bastion had indeed disrupted Black Flag's formation Just as chans broke out, Gilbert sent a few more assassins to keep Nolan occupied, then made a beeline for the carriage. He reached our, aiming to rescue Sophie

But the moment he got close, with a sharp clang a sword came slicing down, nearly taking his head clean off

Gilbert barely managed to deflect the blow with one of his scimitars. Instinctively, he swung the other blade in retaliation, aiming to decapitate whoever had attacked him.

But Tina moved faster. With one swift kick, she sent Gilbert flying off the carriage and landed lightly on the roof, staring down at him from above.

Gilbert looked up at the dark figure cloaked in shadows. He had not expected to run into such a formidable opponent here. especially not one who had stayed completely hidden until now.

Judging by the way this person fought, he or she was likely a professionally trained shadow guard. And in Gilbert's estimation, only one person in that carriage would have someone like that protecting her, the Holy Lady of Walden.

known all along that Eliza had a shadow guard, but when she contacted Gilbert earlier, she had kept the message vague for fear of exposing

had not been prepared for someone this skilled to be

they lose this chance tonight, Gilbert might not get another shot at rescuing me,

danger had crept in just as quietly toward Eliza. She sat perfectly still, listening to the noise outside, her left hand gripping a vial of poison, her

she did not expect was for the intruder not to be a person but a thick black centipede, no wider than a finger.

Eliza looked down. Her eyes widened in horror. Her face went pale, but

The centipede clung tightly to her fabric. The dagger missed, striking the wooden carriage instead.

that?" Before she could leap

jaws into Eliza's leg. She had no way of knowing if it was venomous, and she was not about to take that risk. Without hesitation,

Gilbert, still locked

deathly pale. Blood sprayed

the opportunity and ran him

shadows. But before vanishing, he cast one last stunned glance toward the carriage, his eyes filled with